Mercury in gatorade

She would have had to be blind to miss her cousins lingering mood. For one usually so blank-faced, clearly something had her out of sorts. There wasn’t any stink of rot about her that would hint at a broken tooth, but if she had to guess, a toothache would be what she would expect to find. But Rōta knew far better than to bring it up. She dropped her prize.

“Getting this close to midsummer, I figured your gods would be after more than rodents.” Her wording was deliberate, your gods, not ours. But if they weren’t hers, then why did it feel like the caribous mother had kicked her square in the sternum? “Where do you want it?” She wasn’t usually one to participate, not since the last time, and she could feel bile rising in her throat at the memory. But she would aid her cousin today. Life went on, and it was time she did too.

“Speech”