Broken Antler Fen When I was a child, I heard voices;

His voice was deep and even, and she heard more regret in it than sickness. She came a bit closer so she could see the drawling man, noticing then with a light smirk that in some ways, they were a mirror image of one another; hues of coal and gold in thick collars about their necks. She wondered momentarily if this might possibly be a lost brother of hers- but he seemed older.

He was lost, but not only that, it seemed he was completely disoriented. Ahhh, can’t help you much here, She said. I’unno what thith area’th called. I’m from a plathe called Bearclaw Valley but…I can tell you ain’t from there, She said with a faint laugh. 

Tell me where yuh from. Maybe I know of it. She offered.