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I turned away from the fire, my front well-toasted, and listened to Joshua puttering with the remains of our dinner. The bones got tossed back in the pot to simmer into marrow soup come morning, eking the last bit of nourishment out of the animal. Had it been summer, I could have contributed mushrooms and greens to the pot using what I’d learned during my visits at my Uncle’s dascha. It had been literally years since I’d foraged but I was reasonably certain I hadn’t lost my eye or touch. Looking at the snow and ice glittering in the light of our fire, I imagined the forest at midsummer, all dappled shade and resin-scented, yielding mushrooms and berries by the basketful.<br><br> | I turned away from the fire, my front well-toasted, and listened to Joshua puttering with the remains of our dinner. The bones got tossed back in the pot to simmer into marrow soup come morning, eking the last bit of nourishment out of the animal. Had it been summer, I could have contributed mushrooms and greens to the pot using what I’d learned during my visits at my Uncle’s dascha. It had been literally years since I’d foraged but I was reasonably certain I hadn’t lost my eye or touch. Looking at the snow and ice glittering in the light of our fire, I imagined the forest at midsummer, all dappled shade and resin-scented, yielding mushrooms and berries by the basketful.<br><br> | ||
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| + | We’d move out come morning to return to the ''Gift'', there to lure Potemkin to a fight of our own choosing. There was no telling who would be left standing at battle’s end, but it beat milling around like sheep awaiting slaughter.<br><br> | ||
''Huh. I’m leaving on a suicide mission and all I’m thinking about is food. Things must be looking up.''<br><br> | ''Huh. I’m leaving on a suicide mission and all I’m thinking about is food. Things must be looking up.''<br><br> | ||
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So ran my thoughts as I warmed my backside and waited for my night vision to settle.<br><br> | So ran my thoughts as I warmed my backside and waited for my night vision to settle.<br><br> | ||
