I pull my jacket closer around me, trying to ignore the surprisingly chilly wind that"s picked up in the past couple of days. It isn"t normally so cold at this time of year. Maybe the weather got wise about the festival around the corner and wants to make it even more unbearable that I have to be outside and among people as much as this.
Matia runs in circles around me and Nik, clearly oblivious to the cold despite her genetics being used to warmer climates. Though she"s born from generations of jackals who were born and bred in the British Isles, so maybe she"s used to it.
"What was the letter you got?" Nik asks.
"Letter?"
He nods. "You got one last night, you said you were going to deal with it after we were finished with the shrine."
"Oh right, that." It completely slipped my mind
