As they leave,
Odymn looks back
at the sleeping platform.
Blackened sticks
in a spent fire.
Their longest stay
at a single camp.
The Slain hobbles
through the woods.
Leans on the staff
carved by Wen-le-gone.
Their pace made practical
as Odymn forages for food.
They spend an hour in a patch of spenel,
gorge on handfuls of berries.
A rest where clusters
of sticky yarnel
drip fermented juice
to the forest floor.
The Slain catches drops
in his open mouth
and Odymn gurgles with laughter.
The Slain slips
into his armour.
Uses a length of copper
to waylay a scolding midlar.
Skinned and dried
over the evening fire.
Odymn averts
her vegan eyes.
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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...
