Bramblepoint Every night my dream’s the same

He sat among the broken brambles, feeling at ease here for this place was much like his soul. Many parts of it were darkened by foliage, yet there were many parts where light shined through as well. He enjoyed sitting, meditating, philosophing with no one but himself. Presently his mind was on Kendra, whom he hoped would start to feel more accepting of her fate and at ease with it.

It was then that his silence was broken by another, a female who seemed to be as bothered by the sunny patches as he sometimes was. A smile crept across his face; a face still hollow-looking, skeletal almost, for the famine had done him no good and he had always looked thin even before then. An ear flicked forward as he queried from his position a small distance away on a hill, "Looking forward to rainier days?"