Chatterbox: Inkwell

The last living feather of a mystical animal known only by the stars and one certain Kiwi. That is all that will be left.

Yeah, you know who this is. You've probably figured out what's going on. But I don't care.

Why don't I care? Because somewhere, someplace unknown to most of the world, my beastly form is dying. It's the last thing I have. Somebody wants me dead, and I need Kiwi. I don't know how to get to her.

And it's been generations since we saved Ignit together.

She's probably forgotten about me, but it depends on my life for her to remember. If she doesn't, then my killer will find my body, slowly regenerating and healing, and they will kill me. I am the first and the last of my kind. I need to live.

My one reassurance is that I know she isn't dead. Magical beings don't age, and I have a special bond with Kiwi. If she was dead then I'd know it. If she was in danger I'd know it. 

I've sent out my magic to find Kiwi. However, my fear is that when it finds her she will not be listening for magic. If she is not listening then the magic will not reach her. My only hope in that scenario is that she still has the feather I gave to her oh so long ago...