“Fine,”
Raven sighs. “What is it that you wish to know?”
“Why
does the Forest allow...” the Author begins, but he's interrupted
by the approach of two beautiful young women.
“Thank
goodness...” says one of the cats from the house, “...we have
found you...” her companion continues, “grumpy not man,” and
the first completes the sentence.
Raven
sees the Author sour again at the interruption. “My apologies,”
he says, turning to the cats. “Yes, you've found me, what of it?”
“Have
you seen...”
“...the
girl made...”
“...of
dreams. We lost her...”
“...in
a dark place.”
