“Do not worry at all my dear. I have got it all here…” Tenzin took off her backpack and opened it.
“Wow, that’s another sight…an otter with a backpack” said Ilan.
Ilan also suddenly realized that Tenzin was not just talking human, but was also dressed and was standing on her back feet. The otter was wearing a little jacket made of fabric and was decorated with beads and all kind of knickknacks were hanging all over it.
Then Tenzin showed Ilan what she brought in her backpack…
“Here, the map. Here, the compass. And a diary just in case you’ve got insights or if you need to write down something important.” The otter showed those things to Ilan, holding them in her little but so versatile paws. “But I’m sorry, I couldn’t take the horse in the bag…” and another grin was drawn on her face.
“I’m going to miss him…”
“He is in good hands, believe me”
“Yes, I know. I’m sure that Dolkar and him make a good team.” Now Ilan felt relieved because she knew that very well, and she wished Dolkar to feel what a human/horse relationship really meant, and they probably would have enough time to develop their companionship until she’d come back.
Ilan then took the map and opened it.
“There is only one desert here on the map. We must be here,” she indicated the spot with her index finger. “But I have no idea where exactly.” Ilan then took the compass. “Let’s see if it opens,” she said. And it opened. And the needle was spinning. And it didn’t stop.
“Oh no! We are lost!” she said.
“Don’t say that Ilan” said the otter “We are never lost, we are always somewhere, we just don’t know where exactly”.