![]() There, she says, There, there, and pushes it away from her. She feels one sidle up to her knee as she walks, feels its hot breath on her hand, the dry brittle of its horn. ![]() ![]() The geifr bleat out, their eyes shining like yellow coins. The tryc runs with a low hum and moths gather around the lights, their white bodies knocking against each other. This part of the fferm is full of small potholes and boggy patches and it is easier to have both hands free than to carry a torch. ![]() She leaves the headlight on while she searches.
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