Entropy [hxh]

Una x Serie x De x Eventos x Familiares

A Series of Familial Events

—No te rajes.—

—No te rajes—

—No te rajes.—

Maya breathed in the frigid mountain air that was nipping at her cheeks, numb toes curling away from the toe of her snow boots. Dios, why did she step into that damn pond to kill that elk?

"<Estable.>" Stable Tía Fern warned, placing a gloved hand over Maya's, another on her right shoulder. Their gaze was on the wandering deer, seeming lost and listless.

The young girl breathed out steadily, trying to calm the weight of Fern's pressure. They've been hunting since four o'clock, racking up fish, snow bunnies, and other game. So why? Why were they still out?

"<¡Ahora!>" Now!

The whistle of a single arrow flying through the air cut off her questions. Said arrow pierced the deer's stomach causing it to fall to it's side in shock. Fern hissed but didn't say anything.

The young girl lowered her bow, not wanting to see Fern snap the poor animals neck.

"<Dejar de hacer eso>." Stop doing that. Fern warned, snapping the deer's neck swiftly. She winced, still not getting used to the sound of animals neck snapping despite being on this mountain for two weeks.

"You said to kill only when necessary," Maya rebutted, pushing up her glasses with her free hand.

The older woman tore out the arrow with a grunt, turning to point the bloodied arrow for Maya to take. "Is food <¿no necesaria?>" Not necessary?

The young girl made no move to grab the arrow, "yeah, but we've been hunting since morning. In that time we've killed two elk, five snow bunnies, ten fish, and one-two deer. That's enough food to last us a month."

"And <¿Qué has aprendido?>" What have you learned?

"<¿Qué?>" What?

"That <tienes que dejar de vacilar.>" You have to stop hesitating.

"You woke me up at four in the morning to teach that I've been hesitating on killing for unnecessary reasons?" Maya was appalled, she couldn't believe she was dragged into the freezing cold at the height of winter to be told that she needed to kill without hesitation.

"You are purposefully misinterpreting this, Maya." Fern sighed out, the arrow lowered to her side. "Kill only when necessary, but do it without hesitation."

"You didn't bother to tell me this the first day we arrived?"

"Maya," Fern huffed out. "<I'd think, with someone who has preternatural senses that you'd be able to predict your next lesson.>"

"<Or maybe you put me in this shitty climate to test those senses.>" Maya grumbled out, trudging towards the older woman and taking her arrow.

"<You were the last one to kill the deer so you have to carry to them.>"

"<Sé.>" I know.

•

There were a lot of things that Maya wished for; she wished that Fern wasn't such a pinche pendejo, she wished she hadn't lost her glasses running away from her, and she wished that New Holland wasn't so fucking humid.