Bramblepoint all you have is your fire

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The world was dull.

Dagur laid half asleep and felt as if it had been his first night sleeping in weeks. He heard the grunts and shifts of the Big Woman not far from where he had settled. Perhaps a sign that it was time to rise.

Even moreso as she called upon somebody.

Stiffly, he rose. Then began to (accidentally) mimic her in starting his day with stretches. He felt the tug of tender wounds over his skin keenly.