Duck Lake The sound won't carry

the name was given and it sparked nothing. reverie had not said this one to her.

were they good or bad?

bjarna knew she must be the one to decide this and that alone felt like a burden. everything felt like a sudden burden these days. yet she continued to grab and reach for more like struggle was a birthright. in a way, it had been.

tow-riss.

she tested it along the thick of her tongue. not nearly as fluid as the woman had spoken it. still she had tried and still she hoped the effort was not looked down upon.

tow-riss travel?

both words clunky and unorganized, but it was better than simply asking go? like she once had. progress in little stretches.