It’s colder up here in the mountains, where the CowSkee Clan lives. The days are darker and the bush-land is thicker; thrice as thick as it was on Barte’s farm. There is still no sign of the Communion, but I hope they come back soon.
Evelyn’s been absent for the most of our stay. I’ve hardly seen her. According to the half-horse half-man; she’s been sulking out in the wilderness, down by the river. He believes it’s best not to disturb her.