Sunlight—real, actual sunlight—trickled down through the canopy. It struck a closed dark gray eye, whose owner groaned and swatted at it.
Skive blinked and sat up, very carefully. His back seemed okay. The rest of him also seemed okay. He looked down and patted himself all over to be sure. Everything was attached and functional, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.
This was an unfamiliar area, but still Creeping Forest, at least as far as he could tell. A stream meandered by a short distance away. A small grassy outcropping rose up behind him and ended in a smooth rock wall; but like most who came by here, he missed the thin outline of an archway etched into the stone.
The Sneasel braced against the ground to push himself up, but his claws rustled a sheet of paper. Next to him lay a handful of Rawst berries, piled on top of a note.
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The note was penned in beautiful ornate cursive written in deep indigo ink, except where "Merlot" had been crossed out several times and "Lexy" had been scribbled in underneath it.
In a binder on a shelf in the back room of the library at the end of the last hallway in the western wing of Castle Draclugia, a fresh pink Sneasel feather was carefully preserved, pressed between two thin translucent sheets of paper with a few notes jotted on top.
Final part to
's library story.