A couple of days passed, and Sunday came. Once more Kirania's eyes fell upon that small dagger, once more her fingers itched for the joy and excitement of taking something precious.
With a soft sigh she closed her bedroom door. She stared at the dagger, heard its call, but resisted. It was too soon to return, they would still be hunting, searching for her...
With a soft snort she dismissed these thoughts, and lightly touched the dagger. Within moments, once more she was Kirania, Thieving Fox of Lania.