Bearclaw Valley round town

her ears flick at kid, but she lets it slide. barely worth the effort, she thinks. too caught on the rest of it, anyway. 

six moons. long enough to settle. to decide what he would do. she shifts, just slightly, gaze dragging over the valley for a third time—a nervous habit, placing her eyes anywhere but on him.

time is slippery, bleeding together in ways she can’t quite pin down, but she estimates. “couple weeks, i think.”

it doesn’t mean much, not when she still didn't have a task. that fact didn't sit right in her mouth. "you like it?"