Otatso Wetlands will you be ready when the straw-boss calls?

nunataq was digging furiously alongside indra, and indra secretly smiled - maybe it was adults that benefited from children, and not the other way around. children often had such a different way of looking at the world: it was almost as if their innocence (and childish passions) were put on the world to remind adults of what they had once been, or perhaps, to ground them when they found themselves drifting too far out in the cold and inhospitable reaches of the world.

nunataq resurfaced, followed by a terrific sneeze that almost startled indra. she stifled a giggle as she glanced at the girl, whose face was covered in a ridiculous smattering of soil and sand. truth be told, indra had not done such a good job digging -- and if nunataq cared to inspect her handiwork, she might find indra had punctured through a tunnel herself, but had been too absentminded to notice.