The Reach of Winter

*Circe I* · 01-12-2019, 10:57 AM

To say Circe was pleased with Pnuma's progress was an understatement. He'd stayed close since she'd found him and under her watchful eye his leg was healing nicely. Almost too nicely. If at any point he seemed like he was going to leave them she'd have to slow down his speedy recovery.

Because Pnuma was doing so well Circe felt comfortable with bringing him along on a gathering foray. Today they were looking for elderberries and their search had brought them into the rat's nest known as Gambit Briar. It was a bit late in the year for elderberries, but Circe was hoping that the warmer climate in the south meant they might still be growing or at the very least that they hadn't rotted off the branches yet.

So far navigating the Briar was proving difficult. In most places they had to walk single file and more than once had to stop and clear the little-used path as tangles had begun to grow across them. Once already Circe had found a patch of elderberries, but what fruit remained on the vines was shriveled and useless, and the plants were nearly bare of leaves.

Circe paused to hold aside a coil of thorns so Pnuma could squeeze through the narrow passage without getting pricked. The thorns bit into her lip but she ignored the slight sting and was careful to hold the vine gently to avoid any real damage.

Word count: 236
"Circe" "Gwydion"

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The Reach of Winter

Circe I