Several hours passed since I awoke. My body was fine, but trying to do more than lie on my side, stiff as a board, caused either my side to burn or my tail to ache, often both. Evla kept me company for a few hours before claiming responsibilities and slipping away. I sighed as the tent flap dropped behind her, staring at the ground. The brown, dusty substance stared back at me, mocking. Its name sat on the tip of my tongue, refusing to budge.
"I wish I had something to read," I muttered, running a hand over my horn.
It was the first time I'd tried that, but the gentle tingle felt right. I did it again and again, gently caressing the ridges, exploring every curve and texture with my fingers. I vaguely remembered a time when I didn't have horns, but the memory felt even foggier than the rest.
Suddenly, my hand froze, and I blinked, lowering and staring at it. "Read? What is that…? You read….um…books!"
