Emberwood you're a dime, plus ninety-nine

bhediya smiled. hunting, hm? it was a skill undoubtedly inherited from and likely fostered by her father. grayday had done their children justice, that much she knew for sure. everything counts. fish tasted just the same as everything else, so it really didn't make a difference. food is food in the winter time.

she listened intently to easy's findings. they may have been disheartening, had she not long since resigned herself to hopelessness. it was a fluke to have found easy wandering so close; the others, they were gone.i went to easthollow a while ago to do the same thing. she motioned for them to keep moving.

the strain in easy's voice was easily picked up, if only by tone. bhediya looked up at her and searched the girl's gaze for any readable sign of emotion. i was afraid to crowd you, she admitted, her own face contorting just slightly, so i went on a scouting trip to the mountains.

more time alone meant more chances to mess things up. bhe hadn't considered that avoiding this confrontation counted as an automatic loss.