We're getting close. We're not there yet,
but we're getting close. I can tell, because now I can smell Dragomir's
presence wherever we go.
My leg hairs are amazingly sensitive to
chemical changes. I'm not quite as good as sniffing out malefactors as, say, a
goblin, but I come extremely close - and when I'm on the right track to find
somebody I've met before, I know. This is especially true of Dragomir, because
he usually smells of stale pee. There's a reason June told me to watch over
him. He's easy to follow.
Catching up is another matter. We're
getting closer and closer. I'm hoping, given Eve's relentless pace and the
Non's slowed movements, that we'll get to Dragomir by tomorrow. We'll have to
wait and see.
In the meantime, I continue to question my
own sanity for travelling alone with this girl. To use Dragomir's odd phrasing,
she weirds me out.
Eve can talk. She's expressed desires
clearly and succinctly several times during our trip, usually telling me that
it's time to rest, to eat, or to perform the usual bodily functions of a little
girl. She's also offered a few keen insights on tracking Dragomir. For example,
when we came across a Non campsite that 'smelled' wrong and offered an odd set
of tracks in a different direction, Eve suggested that they might know they're
being followed. We've since been travelling downwind, and the Non's stopping
sites are back to normal.
The rest of the time, though, Eve is
silent. She offers no conversation, and aside from investigating me and turning
me over every now and then, I might as well be a rock perched on her shoulder.
She also refuses to write in you, diary, which I find most peculiar. I suppose
she could be illiterate, but… somehow… I don't think she is…
I can't help but think back to June. When
Eve first appeared, June had considered using the little girl to kill Grayson,
her own brother. The witch surmised that only something of roughly equal might
could stop that boy, and the old Eve fit the bill. This new Eve… she has none
of the power, but still…
I don't know. I'm musing over things that
will do me no good. For the moment, at least, I must cooperate with Eve in
getting her father back. Once that's done, perhaps I can look into her
strangeness a little more thoroughly. She seemed so normal when Dragomir was present…
oh well.
I sleep now. The search continues, and
hopefully it will end tomorrow. If it doesn't… well, it doesn't, I suppose.
Sincerely,
Julius the Familiar
Thought the poster was hilarious, nuff said.
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