Cultural artefact

I hear a commotion. The inside of my eyelids glow grey. I am dazzled by the Salt-Sun. I have not been in full sunlight since changing. All the birds are taking off and flying over to a spot of water that is churning with fish. They dive in and come up with fish in their beaks. As they return with their prizes, several fight over their fish and pieces drop to the floor. I gobble them down before a bird comes to find their missing treats.

Salt-Sun is three degrees^ from the horizon. I have left it too late to get back to den before Set and suddenly the thought of travelling at night without Soil Parent as a reason, feels wrong. I definitely will not be able to stay here beyond the Rise. I can’t fish or catch birds; I had enough trouble catching rodents. I need to get back to Dark Provider. Oh well, that’s a problem for a rested Curious Runt^. I am dry and pleasantly warm. I stretch out in the late afterzenith sunlight and close my eyes for a few degrees.