Horizon Ridge The Bruises that've Faded Away

No, I’m actually kind of stuffed, Talis answered, swallowing a burp.

Etienne’s next question sounded more like a statement. Nonetheless, he nodded in reply. He’d tried to live with The Tribe, then he’d felt called to Muat-riya, only to be turned away. Now he was on his own again. He was beginning to wonder if he was destined to be a nomad his whole life.

I’ve always traveled. I recently tried living with some packs but it didn’t work out, he explained with a frown and a shrug. I could actually go back but I haven’t figured out what I want to do yet. The only thing I know for sure is I’d like to have some kids someday…

That would be kind of hard to do on his own, naturally. Talis had begun feeling resigned about that too. He still liked to think he had good genes but maybe he was wrong. Sure, he had a pretty face, but it sort of felt like there must be something wrong with him.