Qeya River you don't want to breathe the light of the others

if she had reservations about this proposition, she did not put them forth. following the food where it went made sense, so long as there were enough skilled hunters to secure their future. okay, she said. she had been traveling on her own for some time. it made no difference to her to continue that journey — alone or with others.

the ungulate sounds punctuated the air as he allowed her to speak. she expects her questions to be limited, so she chooses wisely.

ilse wanted for little. but one of the few desires she held in secret was to have another german to speak freely with. in a rare show of empathy, she asks, the language you speak. what is it? 

absently, she picks at the herbs beneath.