The T'nuah Boxes: A Xanatos and Teagan Mystery

[Teagan s'Ilancy]

A small bit of truth to myth. It was a notion that sang sweetly, and Teagan couldn't help the satisfied grin that passed over her features as she thought it over.

Her hands still idly passed through the pages of the journal that she'd pulled from her pile, and a slight shift in a page broke her from her imaginings.

Something thick, as though it was folded, was pushed into almost the center of the journal, and carefully she turned the last few pages. There was old parchment, crinkled and cracking at a touch, and the young Lupine pulled in a sharp breath as she grew still.

"This is a different journal," she breathed, slowly reaching out to dislodge the folded parchment from the pages.

"Not from the person who lost his way."

Reverently almost, she set the folded bit of old paper - it wasn't even a flimsi, it was paper - on the table between them. Would it crumble to dust if they tried to open it? She sorely believed that it would, given the brittle feel of it. But, determined as ever, Teagan began to slowly unfold the thing until it was ever so carefully laid open before them.