Otatso Wetlands Flatworm

morwenna’s pace faltered briefly, her gaze drawn to sun eater’s broad back as he moved ahead. the chieftain avoided her eye, and though she did not voice her thoughts, the sharpness of her intuition gnawed at her. was he embarrassed? the notion puzzled her. if embarrassment had taken root, then what had led him here, to her? had he followed her steps, sought her out intentionally? the questions coiled in her chest, heavy and unanswered.

she turned her attention to the black, lanky woman, her pale gaze settling. it’s nice to meet you, worm, she said evenly, though the name tugged at her thoughts. odd, she mused silently. peculiar. but there were things morwenna knew she could not judge, names among them.

still, the strangeness of it lingered, a thread in the fabric of this unusual meeting in the thickest of bogs.