Blacktail Deer Plateau his truth becomes written

solveig was welcoming.

a large stormshadow stood not far off. intimidated but determined to make this a good meeting.

she moved to solveig's shoulder, stomach in tight twists. "i do not think i could eat." she meant it as a joke of course, a jest, but her humour fell flat. arsenio and their sons had become quieter in the last months. she felt alone.

her eyes maintained their brightness; she waited for the man to approach.