Chapter 85: Kathelyn
The next time Kathelyn opened her eyes, she found herself on a bed, wrapped in thick covers made from a fiber she couldn’t discern. She was in a room. An ice room with a single lantern glowing right above her.
She sat up stiffly, moving subconsciously to massage her hand that hurt, but she found that there was no pain to be felt there at all. The hand was fully healed. She stared at it, thinking about the fox-elf woman and the healing spell she had cast earlier. She was the one who had healed her...
Kathelyn put the thought aside and shrugged the covers off, climbing off the bed and looking at the clothes they had worn her in. It was a size larger than she was, but usable. She scanned the rest of the room she was in—it looked like some sort of igloo, likely underground too, as she noticed the stairs that sloped up the single doorway to the room.
Just as she made to walk towards the open doorway, she heard the soft patter of footsteps coming down the steps. The fox-elf that she had crashed into, came into view, nodding at her in greeting.
"Thraiellir yrlaeii jaefquitis?" she spoke in her own language, which Kathelyn failed to understand.
The fox-elf repeated her statement, pointing at Kathelyn, and then at herself, trying to pass across her meaning with gestures, but Kathelyn simply stared at her unblinkingly.
That was a month ago.
Since then, Kathelyn had picked up bits and pieces of their language she needed to survive in their small village.
"The warriors are back." Lira—the fox-elf woman, said to Kathelyn in her language as they neared the village enclosure.
It was a small, cozy collection of igloos with thick ice walls that insulated against the extreme cold on the outside. Even for the natives that had natural furs, this place was still cold. Though there were some of them, particularly some male fox-elves, that walked around bare-chested.