Firefly Glen grandmother

last from me!

Chakliux demanded that she eat. It was for their children, after all. What card of reason could she play against this?

Nodding her head hesitantly, Nasamik slithered like a scorned puppy to where the rabbit remains lay. There, she huddled over it, too close for comfort. The pungent smell overwhelmed her, but she tried her best to push past it.

Small, slow bites, she took. Every swallow was forced, done with more force than should have been necessary. Nasamik dreaded every bite, knowing that later she would likely be taking to the long grass to hurl every bit she had consumed. 

For the time being, however, she continued to eat. Purposefully, she avoided her husband's gaze, fearful that she would scorn her for something else. A terrified child, she had become. There was much change around her and little time to process any of it. And although she had faith and immense love for Chakliux somewhere hidden within her, she was having trouble finding it.