Journal No 14

15 Feb
O Captain My Captain,

My apologies for this late missive. It seems I was stricken by a high fever. If I did not know better I would have sworn that I dosed myself with my concoction of Fever Dreams. I dreamt of odd of things, flickerings of madness. I tremble to try to put them to words, as if in doing so I might lead them to our reality. Trying to sleep through the bone wracking chills, I tossed and turned, often waking myself from a fitful rest. It was during these waking moments that I found it hard to distinguish dreams from reality. The very shadows seemed to come alive as they crept and writhed across the walls of our chambers.
It was during one of these bouts of half-lucidity that I heard a commotion out on the balcony. I stepped out and found Ulthar standing over a small dark object. She growled, offering a hiss as I scooped her way from her prey. I knelt down to see that Ulthar was in the process of catching a small song bird. It's dark wings beat feebly against the ground, it's eyes wide with terror. I am not a cruel person by nature, but I do take opportunities when they come my way. I picked up the small bird. It's heartbeat fluttering about in a wild manner. Sick as I was, I managed to get myself dressed and make my way to the workroom in the village. My recent studies needed some application...and the songbird at death's door was the perfect medium. I do not know if it was the bird's desire to live, but live it now does. I have written up the complete process on what was done to the songbird in my...work notes should you have the time and interest to read them.
The bird still sings, which pleases me to no end. Ulthar does not seem very interested in eating the little thing these days. She will sit and stare at it for hours though. Sometimes when the light is just right the bird's eyes glow a strange shade of green. So, now we have the cat Ulthar and a songbird, which as you know must have a Name. After some consideration I have decided to call it Psychopomp, much to my dark amusement. Psychopomp has taken a liking to me and will now sit upon my shoulder as I go about my day. I have no doubt that once I am well we shall enjoy taking strolls about the village together.
Achingly Yours, Angeline~