Wen-le-gone prepares for sleep.
Ten minutes of arm-homage,
worship dedicated to Amblyn.
Arms in wide circles,
precise placement of paws,
eyes focused on fire.
A few minutes
to select a horizontal branch
for sleeping.
A handstand and knees
hooked over the branch.
Prehensile tail
wrapped round.
Wen-le-gone closes his eyes.
Odymn stirs the fire.
Tends to the Slain.
Lays her wrist
on his forehead.
Her mother's way
of checking for fever.
Her eyes linger
on his face.
Square jaw.
Stubble of new beard.
Narrow lips.
Long lashes,
heavy brows.
His face relaxed.
Perhaps asleep.
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Meniscus: One Point Five - Forty Missing Days
Science FictionAfter the Slain is shot, Odymn and an Argenop elder work together to try and return him to good health. As they journey towards the Themble, survival is a challenge. Odymn must add to her foraging skills and survive an attack by the vicious kotildi...
