Just Another Day

"I would imagine the meat too tough," Rhett said, wide-eyed. "Was he not elderly?"

"I graze," the faun grimaced and held his stomach.

"More for me!" Shanku licked her lips hungrily.

"Are you sure kurach aren't a type of demon or monster themselves?" Rhett asked the faun skeptically.

"I wonder that about all predators," the faun snarled.

"Go sit on a sawbriar," Shanku huffed. Before she could tuck into her over-sized meal, Rhett pulled her back and shook his head. He gathered together as much wood as he could find and built a nest around the minocentaur. That night, he lit the funeral pyre.

Shanku fidgeted nearby, tempted by the smell of a cooking bull, but respectfully kept the distance Rhett wanted from her.

With the minocentaur put to rest, Rhett began his trek back to Port Tephras. With nothing better to do, and perhaps guided by her never-ending curiosity, Shanku accompanied him.

"I'm not sure I can take you into town," Rhett said one day as they stood on a hill that looked over the port.

"How come?" Shanku asked.

Rhett was quite startled. In place of the furred and feathered creature he had been travelling with stood a rather average looking little girl, except for Shanku's tell-tale blonde forelocks and the blonde tips on the ends of her brown hair.

"You are not normal," Rhett shuddered and continued on towards the town. "Next time give me a warning before you do something that strange. You'd better not slip up and return to your other body while we're in town, or we're both dead."

Shanku giggled deviously and followed after him once more.