“Why can’t you take me there yourself?”
“I can only watch over you. Nothing else.”
“Right,” Amethyst said, reminded of that painful fact. “Thank you.”
“Be careful, little one.”
The black owl spread his wings and flew into the rain. Amethyst quickly ran to the open doors and climbed over the balcony to reach her bedroom. Grabbing the feather, she headed downstairs to the kitchen. Since it was so late at night, it was dark and deserted. She prepared the tea kettle with water and placed the feather inside then selected a mug and waited for the water to boil. As she stood there, Amethyst realized for the first time that her clothes were soaked, so she started to heat up her hands to dry herself. Spotting a purse on the counter-top, Amethyst picked it up and began to gather food for the jou
