Swiftcurrent Creek That the past is real

Arric tilted an ear forward. He was okay for the modt part. At least he felt okay. He was tired he supposed. But not so much so that he couldn't function like before.

A snort of derision. Both trips i went on didn't end well so no thank you.

He thought of the sea queen and nile rose in his throat with regret so tangible he could taste it and it didn't taste good. She had ensnared him,  used him and then her family had treated him like yesterdays trash. And part of that he had agreed too. He had not agreed to being treated lesser than for his gender.


and besides no time. We have caches to fill, borders to keep up.