Low on Provisions

[ c. 13th Century ~ ]

Murmur knelt steadily on the hard ground to inspect his little seedlings. They simply weren't doing as well as he had hoped.

Hannah-Mary was coming to join them as soon as the days lengthened, and he wanted to be able to feed her and his little niece well with produce he had grown himself.

Some weeks prior, the hives had been stolen, and their other supplies were now very low. The beaded beef and baby turnips had been kept in an earthy treasure chest, while the olives and sugared fruits were long gone. Six sacks of moth-filled grain remained, which would keep them in bread, until the New Moon's cast.

A lizard slid over the tree root and slipped onto Murmur's hand. He contemplated eating it for just a moment, but instead he gave its shiny head a tap and popped it into his tunic's inner pocket.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances