81st Turn, Seventh Year, Fourteenth Cycle, Skalday
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From the Journal of Aframos Longjourney, Pilgrim

With notes by Avos Torr, Scholar of Rheve Library

Skalday, 14th Cycle, Seventh Year, 81st Turn

Seventh Day in the Trees

Martap is dead.

He still would not eat this morning, and was no longer mewling for food. By noon, he had stopped breathing. I buried him away from the trail, and made a small cairn over the grave. I said a prayer for him before I left. May he have water for his journey, and stars to guide his steps.

My own steps were heavy and slow. I had lost one cat, and the other was slowly dying. For guidance, I chanted as I walked1, hoping the low tones would raise my spirits, and perhaps bring us luck, my passenger and I.

Some kind god must have found me, for when I stopped that afternoon, Souja began to eat the small strips of meat I gave to her. Slowly at first, then ravenously. I swiftly caught two more birds for her, that she would have fresh meat. She is still weak, and I am not sure yet if this has saved her, but I am hopeful. While she ate her fill, I built a small shrine to whatever god of the forest or of the roads listened to my prayers.

As I write this, she is sleeping by the fire. We travelled again, and are now in a clearing near a stream. There are wildflowers growing, and I am comforted by this reminder of life. Though even here there is strangeness.

The stream flows uphill2. I was unsure at first, but I tested the slope by rolling small pebbles down by the bank of the stream, and by floating small leaves in the water. The pebbles roll one way, but the stream flows the other. When I took a quick walk upstream, I found a waterfall, where the water jumped to the top. There is magic here, I am sure of it. Still, it has fish, and I caught several for us. If she will eat, I will be sure to feed her.

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