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Martisset nodded approvingly when she saw what I took out of my pockets.
“You provision like a mountaineer,” she said, with that funny crooked smile. She hefted the canteen. “That will keep you for a day, if you’re taking full rations, longer if you’re stretching it out.”
She turned slightly and looked at something distant, as her long pale fingers traced the Academy sigil on the side of the canteen. “If you don’t provision, you’re in trouble, especially in spring. Fresh snowmelt isn’t so bad, but once it’s on the ground for very long … running water looks drinkable, but it isn’t. Sometimes people forget that.”
From just this short snippet, I like Martisset. She sounds wise. And I’m curious about her rubbing the sigil. Good snippet, EP.
Poetic and intriguing, great stuff!
Really clever snippet, I enjoyed it!
What is she really saying?
The snippet certainly makes me wonder whats going on and creates a need-to-know-more. I enjoyed the excerpt as always, love visiting this world you’ve created.
Water running off glaciers is the worst. The ground-up rock (called rock flour) are massively hard on the tum-tum.