Flycatcher Downs copperhead road

He walked due east until an unpleasant odor—the smell of the mire over yonder—made him nudge @Odessia back the way they’d come. If the smell turned his stomach, surely it would be even worse for his pregnant companion’s sensitive nose. They retraced their steps for half a mile before finally settling down in the sparse grass, brittle beneath them.

He gave her time to make herself comfortable while he fetched some food and water. When she was hopefully wanting for nothing, Cambria folded himself down beside Odessia and gave her a speculative look. He hadn’t broached the topic of Etienne just yet, having given himself a day or two to collect his thoughts. He was ready now.

I ran into Etienne the other day, he told her. I was thinking it might be nice to ask him to join us. He could use the support and so could we. But I know there’s a lot of history there, so… I wanted to see what you think.