Page 3: Letter to Uzil

I opened the box, took out the dress. It was still in good shape, though the embroidery had dulled with the years and the creases were sharp. I slid it over my head. It smelled odd, a mixture of my cedar wardrobe and a slight tang of mildew... and the smell of undeath.

I tethered Temper to a piece of furniture. He screamed in outrage and beat his wings on the floor and tore up a cushion with his sharp little teeth, but I did not relent. I was not bringing him where I was going.

I was not bringing anyone.

My brother was calling me. I had to answer.

I scratched a letter to Uzil, leaving it where I was sure he would find it.

Dear Uzil,

I'm sorry. I had to go.

Please look after Temper for me. He's very annoyed about being left behind.

I hope I will see you soon.

Love,

Nenuial