Moonspear pepsi plant

She grinned wryly at Caracal. He was somewhere between man and boy, as she had once been between woman and girl. It had not been so long ago, and she remembered it with conflict in her heart. Her world had been upended when the strange storm had ruined her home and much of the family she knew. Anaa had been left, and the wayward Antares, but little else. Caracal had not had such hardships, but she did not think him less for it.

We go—slowly—to the wood; collect medicine, she suggested. Put light weight on foot.