Leaving the Lodge

[ra_firn]

Firn was proud of the way her hands didn't shake as she hurriedly shoved things in a well-worn pelt bag. There wasn't much to take - no one on the mountain ever had much that was only theirs. They lived and died together sharing space and warmth and food, so few secrets in the lodge, and now Firn was left with the dismal realization that all her earthly belongings could fit into one medicine pouch and half a small sack. She'd never had to think about it before.

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