Shryett and her husband Gyrstermherk - she calls him Gyrs, or bear, sometimes less nice words - were taking a break from setting up the tribe's new camp in a familiar part of the giant forest. The young folks could do the rest of the work, for a change. They sat down on their mossy old tree, a natural bridge connecting both sides of the stream.
"Quite some time we had camp here.", Gyrs pondered.
Shryett took a while to answer.
"Ye...Ushky used to collect crabllings here. Remember that dam he built? Damn dam. What a mess."
"Yeah..." He smiled softly.
"Feels like yesterday.", Shryett added, staring off into memory.
For a while, Shryett and Gyrstermyhrk just sat there contemplating, listening to the sounds of the stream and letting old memories flow. While Shryett can be a very talkative one and her husband is more of the silent type, they can sit together for hours in silence.
But not forever.
"So you gonna smoke all that by yourself?!"
"I'd never."
"Greedygreedy. Gimme that." He handed her the pipe.
She inhaled deeply.
"Ahh..."
"It's power of earth and the fire!", she proclaimed.
Gyrs chuckled.
Again, no words had to be spoken. The herbs helped them connecting their minds to the forest and easing old pain.
For a while, they were one with their surroundings, when suddenly something ripped Shryett's attention out of that dulling, comforting state.
"Well hold my pipe... what's that? Am I imagining things already? Gyrs, you see that too?"
"Huh? What's what?"
"There. It's a..."
"...dead man."
"....on a fakking raft!"
To be continued.
"Quite some time we had camp here.", Gyrs pondered.
Shryett took a while to answer.
"Ye...Ushky used to collect crabllings here. Remember that dam he built? Damn dam. What a mess."
"Yeah..." He smiled softly.
"Feels like yesterday.", Shryett added, staring off into memory.
For a while, Shryett and Gyrstermyhrk just sat there contemplating, listening to the sounds of the stream and letting old memories flow. While Shryett can be a very talkative one and her husband is more of the silent type, they can sit together for hours in silence.
But not forever.
"So you gonna smoke all that by yourself?!"
"I'd never."
"Greedygreedy. Gimme that." He handed her the pipe.
She inhaled deeply.
"Ahh..."
"It's power of earth and the fire!", she proclaimed.
Gyrs chuckled.
Again, no words had to be spoken. The herbs helped them connecting their minds to the forest and easing old pain.
For a while, they were one with their surroundings, when suddenly something ripped Shryett's attention out of that dulling, comforting state.
"Well hold my pipe... what's that? Am I imagining things already? Gyrs, you see that too?"
"Huh? What's what?"
"There. It's a..."
"...dead man."
"....on a fakking raft!"
To be continued.