Twenty-seven – 01

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]

A week after the battle found me sitting on the wall, my back to the world beyond it, just gazing out over the village we’d created in the almost-year since our world had come crashing down around us. It had been raining on and off here and there since the storm Thordin had called had abated, though it was hard to tell if that was in relation to his mood, a consequence of the storm itself, or if it was simply a natural occurrence. Time would tell—we said it a lot, but it never seemed to stop being true.

Time would tell for everything.

Sif still hadn’t regained consciousness, but J.T. and Jacqueline were constantly assuring Thordin that she’d live, she just needed time to recover from the shock.

I hoped they were right.

Neve wasn’t quite up and around yet, either, though that might have been more due to Cameron’s worrying over her than any sort of actual problems following the birth of the twins. Hecate had been spending a lot of time with her, something that I was glad to see. Maybe the past really could be left in the past. It was a nice thought, anyway.

Cariocecus appeared from somewhere in the tents, moving toward the walls, scanning the top. He spotted me well after I’d spotted him and shifted direction slightly, moving dead-on toward me, as if seeing me told him where he needed to go. My stomach started to sink.

Something’s wrong.

He frowned as he drew closer, peering up at me, squinting through the sunshine that backlit me. “What’s that look for?”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

His brow furrowed for a moment, then he smiled and shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong, Seer. There’s just work to do and I have to leave so I can do it. I thought that you would like to know. Respect and all that—and gratitude.”

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2 Responses to Twenty-seven – 01

  1. shadocat says:

    Happy Thanksgiving Erin.

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