Chapter 11 It’s a Party
Hom lay in the darkness, the icy mud chilling her through her clothes. She stretched one hand onto the Heartstrong river.
Frozen.
The ice was not too thick. If Hom tried running across, even her slight frame would plunge into the freezing water below.
The Changeling heard something making its way through the scrub at the top of the bank. The crunch of the brush meant what was up there was large and heavy.
Hom’s mind flashed through every scenario.
Hands and knees working my way down the river - I’d freeze.
Run back towards town–Not with one leg.
Give up–I’d be on the next spit basted in beer.
A high wind gusted, cutting through the trees on the opposite bank. Hom heard the distinct whistle of the Sacra trees as air passed through holes in their bark.
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