Two Eyes Cenote Old school, young jam.

Towhee appreciated S’ari’s reassurance about her age. Maybe it was dumb to put stock into what anybody else thought but it reminded her that she was truly only middle-aged. She just seemed old compared to everybody else because there was a frightening lack of elders around here. Such was the way of the wilderness, she supposed.

There’s some small game but, yes, lots of seafood. I ate a lot of crabs and other weird sea creatures. Some were better than others, she remarked with a laugh. Fishing is definitely hard, especially if there’s any kind of current. If you’ve never seen the ocean, you might not know about tides. The sea is always sort of… rocking, with waves hitting the beach. There’s just a lot of movement. It’s nothing like fishing in freshwater.

On the subject of waves, a wave of weariness washed over her. She was about to call it a night and tell S’ari she was under no obligation to stick around when a sudden thought hit Towhee. She looked around a moment, observing the still night, and wondered…

Is there a lot of noise out here or is it as quiet as it looks? she wondered, realizing she hadn’t told S’ari, Oh yeah, I’m deaf, by the way.