Kintla Flatlands now I'm chained

A chill breeze carried a stranger's scent to him. Catamaran turned his head to gaze obliquely at the small, pale figure. For a moment, he was convinced it was Kucing, the sweeter of his sisters, come to bring him home. The thought burned him like acid, though, and he blinked through the pain of it and found himself more aware on the other side.

He looked at her more carefully, now. It was not (of course it was not) Kucing at all, but a younger female of an even slighter build.

Catamaran rose and began to slink toward her, his gait smooth enough now that he had a destination before him.

"Peace be," he said, his voice low, but carrying in the cool morning air.