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Richard Dickerson ([personal profile] nonvenomous) wrote 2021-09-16 07:27 am (UTC)

Something they have in common.

That line of questioning effectively cut short, Silas doesn’t measure Ellis with another look until he leans to slant skewered rabbit up into the lick of the fire between them. Thot returns and resumes her grooming in short order, the fierce hook of her little beak needled through void black feathers and the sticky creases of her feet.

She nibbles clots of blood and pelt from the crooks of Silas’ knuckles as well; he leaves to scrub the rest off in the snow and returns and is quiet.

The rabbit was fat in spite of the cold. The savory crackle of it soon mingles with the scent of stew.

Things could be worse than they are.

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