Teddybear

Kivvien nodded to a passing farmer and eyed the clouds once again. They weren't clearing up. He adjusted his hood. Soon enough, there came a fork in the road. "Which ...

There was a plain leatherbound book hidden under the blankets. Inside, there were detailed accounts of repeated experiments involving tissue samples from demons, complete with sketched diagrams.

Kivvien pulled up his hood, eyeing the dark clouds that hung in the skies he was going to be walking toward. A storm was precisely what he didn't need now ...

"Yes yes," Kivvien waved him off and pulled the burlap over him. He could look out the slats to give directions; Kivvien was not going to display this thing all ...

Kivvien huffed a sigh of annoyance and stooped to hoist the creature into the cart, placing on a neat pile of blankets at the front of the cart with boxes ...

"Do you need help into the cart?" Kivvien asked, not having the patience for the questions.

Kivvien had brought his cart around to the front and was checking that none of his belongings had been disturbed in the night.

Kivvien was up before the sun. He gathered his things quickly, pulling on his robes and quickly grooming his feathers before he headed downstairs to the quiet dining room, where ...

Kivvien removed the remainder of his robes and perched up on the bedrail to sleep. He hoped to look back on today as productive, but he could only see it ...

Kivvien closed the door and locked it once more. He certainly hoped this wasn't just a waste of time. His serum could eat away at the darkness and return life ...

Kivvien bit back a sigh. "I will see you at sunrise." He was already regretting this.

"Yes yes," he moved to open the door.

"I have a cart and mule," he said, "I suppose you'll have to ride in the cart to keep up."

"I'm glad you think as much." Kivvien was rather eager to get the creature out of his room now that his use for the moment had been exhausted. "I will ...

"Kivvien of Mural," He answered stiffly. A journey with this creature would be nearly insufferable. It was best to hope that this thing hadn't gained its personality from its master.