March 18, 2020, 02:02 PM
set for march 20th
she woke before daybreak, bristling with a sensation not quite recognizable. perhaps fear, kukutux suspected, for in the night thunder had come, and roiled over the earth with shaking loudness. it had reminded the duck of the rockfall, and so, heart pounding away the remnants of the dream-place, she put her weasel-skin upon her shoulders and went out into the darkness that holds and slowly gives way to grey.