Firefly Ravine time to raise the dead

val didn't catch the splits on his companion's feet -- his eyes had strayed to the river, which chugged along under a thin sheet of ice.

in a past life or two, val knew something might have happened in a river. it terrified him as much as the sea did -- for much the same reason.

his gaze strayed back to lakhos, wide-eyed and believing. "cannibals?" he piped up, ears falling flat to his skull. normally, val would be a polite little boy and he'd answer questions first before asking his own, but lakhos' theatrical delivery of the hills had eyes made val's fur stand on end. "hills with eyes? wait. no. i'm not following you. umm... what do you mean by eyes?"