Otatso Wetlands the sweetness will not be concerned with me

did either of these children ever listen, honestly?  guess who else was outside of the borders and, conveniently, also in the wetlands.

she still loved her mama, of course, and her dawn and her adi.  but for a growing girl they just simply were not enough to keep her.  she always came back for them but during the days, it was unavoidable at this point unless she got caught.

the scent of blood — and a lot of it — piques her curiosity.  to her this means food but when she stumbles upon the mangled blot of silver where there shouldn't be —

oh no oh no oh no oh no

when daddy died, there had been no blood, only the smell of fever.  but she could tell that river was going, the same way that the bunnies did when she found them.  desperately, fearfully, she did not check for a pulse or attempt to speak to him.  she just began dragging him the best she could back towards morningside.