Firefly Fish: Ch 20

The cave floor held forty or fifty circles of lines and waves. As I etched the last pattern Saeesar held in his hand, my eyelids kept closing on me. “Are you alright, Marin Goranich? You are wobbling.” Pursha reached for my stick as it floated to the floor of the cave. “I’m alright, just tired. … Continue reading Firefly Fish: Ch 20