Winter had struck. It was cold down here, and damp, too. Half-frozen water dripped down the walls and from the ceiling, and the floor was so cold it penetrated the thickest fur. Many pets would be miserable in here.
Kartossa K'laing spun around joyously, angling her wings so she wouldn't hit the walls. It was so wondrously, beautifully, gloriously cold! Thin ice crystals formed a mist behind her, trailing from her tail, tracing her flight. A drop of water from the ceiling hit her between the eyes. She squealed and shivered with excitement. Ah, the wonderful chill of winter!
Her thoughts turned to the Akail. That was why Nyx had sent her here, for an Akail, after all. What
was an Akail, anyway? What if she didn't recognize it? The thought interrupted her celebratory flight. She landed and sat on the floor of the cave. The trail of ice crystals clattered to the floor and evaporated. If only there were some spirits here to help her!
You're not alone.Kartossa jumped. Who had said that? "H-hello?" she called nervously.
I am a spirit, little one. One of your ancestors. The wavering shadow of a Kitrell shimmered into being.
"What do you want of me?" Kartossa asked boldly.
I am simply here to inform you that someone is coming to help you. Goodbye, little one. The shape trembled and faded.
"No, wait! Don't go!" Kartossa cried, but the spirit was already gone. With a heavy sigh, she curled up to wait for the someone, watching her aura turn blue.