Chapter 11 - Chapter 10

Pennybrite stretched and yawned sleepily. Morning sun lit the forest, creating odd shadows in the cold mist that hung in the air. She looked over to Morgan, who was lying next to her; in the light, Penny could get a better look at her new companion. Morgan was much older then Penny or Jhekel, about 35 seasons. She was small for an otter, and her fur was an unusual reddish brown, lightening to a creamy white along her muzzle and throat. Her face was careworn, and slightly sad, as though she had been through much in her life.

As Morgan moved in her sleep, Penny noticed a long scar running across the back of her head, which was usually covered by the hood of her oversized cloak. Suddenly, the otter blinked and opened her eyes, jumping slightly at the site of Penny staring at her. “How did you come by that scar?” Penny questioned. Morgan quickly pulled the hood up over her head. The haremaid looked worried; had she offended her? “I'm sorry…I didn't mean to pry…”

Morgan tucked her knees up to her chin, resting her head on them. “I don't usually like to talk about it.”

“Oh…sorry…”

Morgan seemed distant and sad for a moment. Penny decided to leave her alone and started to walk away. As she did so, Morgan began singing softly to herself in a language that the haremaid didn't understand.



“Etch un la meñiayé?

In un mé tallulié.

Andoné lambra tú?

Amendía, en dal le manohán.” *



*Translation: “Why must you leave, love?

Everything has slipped away.

Why must you go where I can't follow?

Alone, hope has gone.”



Morgan looked up at the haremaid. “A long time ago, the otters formed a holt after the Moonsparrows went their separate ways. It was a happy, peaceful place, and it was the one place I called home. But 16 years ago, that all changed…”

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