Her eyes flickered back and forth between the snow moss and the General, waiting for either rebuttal or acceptance. When it was the latter, an obvious bout of repose filtered over her small form, and she wiggled over towards the snow moss, beginning to grab it in clumps. Quick, much like a rabbit, a hare, or some other miniscule rodent, the youth snagged and pulled and tugged, placing it within the bag.
Not expecting to be addressed thereafter, her head raised rapidly too. “Oh. Um. Yes.” Sort of. For the most part. “We have enough wood.” If that’s what the Wraith meant.
Not expecting to be addressed thereafter, her head raised rapidly too. “Oh. Um. Yes.” Sort of. For the most part. “We have enough wood.” If that’s what the Wraith meant.
