Swiftcurrent Creek Bending or breaking, giving or taking

@Morena

Sleeping has become impossible; slipping from his outreached grasp, yet always hinted. It is a torture that leaves the young raven feeling lifeless. Even back within Swiftcurrent Creek, he cannot relax—cautious, for he’s already learned that life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

Laying in a clearing near enough to the family den, the boy rests his chin upon his forearms. He focuses on the stars above, as he often does when after dusk. They are a comfort in a world that seems fractured.