Otter Creek memories

wow i suck. sorry. school started and i am perpetually swamped with homework.

Amsu obviously did not hear the words that the woman spoke, and his face was turned away for most of them. He happened to turn his head and see her mouthing and focused on her then, ears cupped forward curiously. ’… cold. Are you from around here?’

It was not for Amsu to judge how this one spoke without making noise. He had strange speech patterns himself and was just non-judgmental in general. “Amsu is from… far away,” he began, shaking his head with a sad smile. “He came from a desert full of red sands and canyons full of color. He has not found such a place here.” He would not depress this woman with the tale of his leaving—the war, the bloodshed. Instead, he asked, “Where does this one come from?”