That first week splitting my time between the ancestral fire in the cave and my home up in Villmark had been tiring enough. Never seeing the sun, only the stars and occasionally the moon. Never having time to cook any proper food, only eating what I could munch on while looking over my drawings and trying to get into the dream/vision headspace.
Never feeling like any of it was working out.
But the second week? That week, I never even came out of the cave. Seven nights and seven days, never straying from the flickering flames of the ancestral fire. My life was stone and fire, paper and charcoal. That was it.
I was starting to miss the starlight. I was definitely missing the fresh air.
Also, Loke was right about the MREs.
But he was also right that he could slip in and out without me no
