It has been a long but fruitful stay in kingsmoore and i was more than ready to return to my relatively comfortable room at the kyngeshead · The waystone travel was no more disorienting than usual (i keep meaning to ask banradi about the vertigo) and i was greeted warmly by the innkeeper ⸴ who had preserved my room for the duration of my absence and assured me that everything would be just as i left it; he had not even entered it himself ⸴ and he and i held the only keys ·
My own key duly unlocked my little cube of personal space and i was quite relieved to see the extra little things i had not taken with me to kingsmoore ⸴ but the thing i was most delighted about was the proper bed · At the shelter I had taken to sleeping on a mat ⸴ or a bed of white pine leaves · So I lazily dropped my taming bag and sack of clothes into a chair ⸴ and settled in to take a nice afternoon nap ·
Or intended to · As i laid down however ⸴ there was a tiny yelp and i instantly jolted back up and drew my dagger (whose belt i had forgotten to take off anyway) · But i could not see anything ··· until the creature in question pulled its cloak down · It was a tiny chameleon wylderkin!
After apologising ⸴ putting my dagger away ⸴ and calming the youngling down ⸴ she was able to start talking to me · The poor girl's name was branch · She apparently had found her way into my room ⸴ having found it unoccupied for quite a few nundines ⸴ and decided it was a safe place to stay without considering that i would eventually come back · When i asked why she was looking for a safe place to begin with ⸴ she looked quite sad and said she did not have a home anymore · I gather that something had happened to her parents quite recently ⸴ rather than something like her being kicked out at such a young age · I would place her as being not quite a lustre old ⸴ perhaps only three or four years ⸴ old enough to articulate herself but not to understand a lot of the cruelty of the world ·
To try and lighten the mood i asked her about how she had hidden from me so well ⸴ and her eyes lit up as she started to explain · She told me that chameleons ⸴ and chameleon kyn ⸴ used camouflauge to hide ⸴ and that to a certain extent she could change her skin scales' colour · These were all things i already knew ⸴ but i let her go on so she would feel more comfortable · She did also mention that she had some cloaks which mimicked certain textures ⸴ and she hid under them when her natural camouflauge was insufficient to keep her from being detected · She had a snow cloak ⸴ a grass cloak ⸴ a bark cloak ⸴ and a rock cloak ⸴ all tucked into a little satchel that she carried with her ·
Amidst all these discussions however my mind was racing · What should i do with this little wylderkin? It would not be safe for her back in the forest all alone at this age ⸴ even in normal circumstances ⸴ much less the bitter cold that this winter has brought · Finding my unoccupied room was the best thing that could have happened to her · I was already too invested in her to take her back to the homeless shelter in kingsmoore ⸴ which was too far away from onothera ··· and then i remembered aunt cyn's orphanage ·
I won't bring it up to aunt cyn or to branch yet ⸴ however · I would rather that the young wylderkin trusted me ⸴ so that she can trust i would not recommend the orphanage unless i thought it was the best option ·
In the meantime ⸴ branch said she did not actually need to sleep right then ⸴ but was simply hiding in the bed because i surprised her by coming into the «unused» room · Still there will come a point when we both need to sleep · I've asked the innkeeper to lend me a cot ⸴ ostensibly so i can adjust to having a real bed after my time sleeping on the floor in kingsmoore ⸴ and i can also use it for some of my animal patients · I will help branch keep her presence a secret for a while ⸴ and then she and i can talk about what she needs to do going forward ·
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