Otatso Wetlands Flatworm

worm. an odd name, but then again sun eater had come to anticipate strangeness outside the saatsine. practiced ears caught the brief oddity in morwenna's gait, but he steeled his profile away from her.

"we honor them," he said at last, glance for worm now. indeed she was indeed a shadow-creature, bound beside he and the creek woman as if she had always been there.

but when he slowed to drop his head, to turn them rightmost into a thicker tangle of trees drenched to mud halfway up their bark — it was again morwenna he watched now for a helpless and inscrutable moment. "here he lay," sun eater muttered, motioning to divots in the muck. "then he get up. keep going."

the last two words, an exultation as much as a revelation.