Emberwood We keep on waiting for the miracle to come

ingrid had experienced very little flooding in her life, and the thought perplexed her.  how could water rise enough to encroach on the land in a way that would truly affect them?  even though she did not give that danger the credit it deserved, it was still a comfort that he did not think it would be an issue.

she nodded, and should he lead her she would begin to follow.

she had run into not a single soul since she had parted with him last.  i talk to no body.  ingrid took in a breath.  i am here now.  her ears flattened as she realized she might have burdened him with this talk of her loneliness.  how many are our numbers?