This is part of the background (distant background, like about 125,000 years earlier) of the Jarnian Confederation, the setting for Tourist Trap and Homecoming. This is a continuation from last week. The entire Journal to date is on my author website, and a longer version of this post is on my main blog..
The rain has reached my shelter.
Songbird has been saying for several days that she can smell rain and wet ash, and yesterday even I thought I could catch the scent of storm clouds, as well as see the lighting and hear the thunder. But last night we heard a great pounding on the roof, and when I opened the door the light from inside the shelter showed ice falling from the sky and bouncing on the ground around us.
“Hail,” Songbird said with satisfaction. “This rain is strong. Soon the grass will grow through the ash, and the game will return. And the People will follow them.”
She returned to her sleep, apparently lulled by the drumming on the roof. I found myself wondering what I would do without her.
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