Broken Antler Fen My eclipsed sun

Ibis did not stop digging. Lilitu showed up first with questions; Wraen came next, silent but expectant. The woman hurried.

Something has happened on the mountain. The family there needs help. Heavy breathing, mostly from the exertion of clawing through frozen earth, punctuates Ibis' explanation. She moves to another cache tucked near the frozen roots of a tree and begins to dig.

With... permission, up comes a segment of dirt, flakes of ice crackling in spirals, to where some herbs have been tucked tightly beneath, I plan to bring aid to them. You have seen the smoke? Smelled the air?

As Ibis lifts her head from this little hole she looks to Wraen with a muddy, but focused, expression. I would like to take what can be spared, see who might still be there.