Silver Creek your gonna sing the words wrong

She supposed the girl had indeed been speaking of the famine, but for all she knew perhaps Gaia was speaking of her perceived failure instead. Would she ever catch a fish? When would the failures end? Two questions she expected to spring to Gaia's tongue but had not. Though still the pessimism ran free, and Shreya understood.

When the plants come back, prey will follow — but that will be a while yet, yes, she confirmed quietly. Give yourself something to look forward to, she advised, something for after the famine. Then this isn't simply a struggle: it's a journey. She went down to the river to drink, and gestured that Gaia do the same. Even if they weren't thirsty, water would ease their hunger pangs. What would you like in the future, she asked casually. A trade, a high rank, a mate, a family, a very shiny pebble?