Page 6 (1/2)

Scab leant against the door frame The meat dripped from a stick into the flames

“Coets cold up here”

Scab looked away from the meat to see the mountains with snow

on top, closer than he’d ever seen the to the top of one as he’d stared at theer here

There was no snow close by, only rock with tufts of green, yellow, and brown plants dotted around the place There was a forest not far away A few tall trees that were dark at the top stood above the sreen leaves Behind, the top of the closest ht be at the top were interrupted as he shivered in the chilly air, then crawled to the fire

“Catch” The man threw a berry across the fire

Scab caught it at his chest and stared at it

“Never had one?”

“No” Scab rolled it between his thuer It made them purple

“Horse berry, try it Sour, but ood wine”

He spat it out after one bite

The man chuckled “Maybe you’ll like the wine”

“Who are you?”

“My naht it in his mouth “What’s yours?”

“Scab”