Boartusk Heights i’m staying low, staying low, turning pages

her eyes saw his talon there in the wet grey earth; her eyes moved along wrist to forearm until she pulled her gaze away.

so many words! so much speaking! her tongue already tired. but karpos spoke of things that gathered her interest and made it leap to her gaze.

trade? fish? another might have laughed, but agrippina did not show herself in moments of humour, not any longer. for what would you trade this? she inquired, choosing to gesture at the slabs of clayed fish rather than manage a glance into his face.