#swampbcrn

           he’d need a bath once back in the village, no doubt. mud and dirt clung to his ankles, nipping at his calves, and the bottom of his attire was mucked due to a trip an hour ago. it was supposed to be simple, go down to the river, fish for a couple hours, and bring surprise food back. but then he got distracted. as he is prone to.

                      fish for a couple hours turned into explore the area, bring surprise food back became follow the end of the river. THIS, he realises now, is why the elders were so anxious to send him off alone.

           but it isn’t his fault. he’s sure of it. he can still bring fish back. or maybe some fruit, if he doesn’t have any luck.