Hazy Shade of Winter
Tornadic liked the ship as one of the few places his youngest siblings weren’t allowed to go near, and as a place of endless possibility for exploration. Every time he thought he had reached the bottom the hatch to another deck was discovered and with it came a font of new experiences and strange items. For now he was on the third deck, worrying away a piece of antler he had found into a point. It was slow going and the antler tasted like burned hair but he persisted at least trying to split it open to make a sharpened edge. He looked up from his work, hearing a distant clatter from within the ship, although that wasn’t unusual. His breath misted on the frigid air as he took a small deep breath, willing himself not to be scared, this was supposed to be his home and all his relatives were there to protect him, what did he have to be afraid of?
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