Get to the beginning of the Ire scene. I really like that transition.
But I get to do Selah/Matthard cuteness. SO I WILL GET ON THE BALL.
Here's what I have so far, and will probably edit as I write:
It had been hours since anyone had seen Matthard, so Selah went to search for him in the darkness of the city, armed with a knife that could, with the right amount of sawing and grating, cut meat. It gleamed in the moonlight though, and that was all it needed to do.
But Matthard wasn’t at the hospital, the first place she checked. He wasn’t lost in the marketplace and he wasn’t at the latrine ditch. She paused, upwind of the ditch, and looked hopelessly at the broad fields of grass that were waving their bright heads in the moonlight.
It felt like she was standing on the moon itself, alone and suspended with a space of silence hanging around her.
“Selah?” asked the field, as if it weren’t quite sure. She fumbled the knife into position, dropped it, and the blade dropped shining into the dark earth.
“Matthard?” she asked, belatedly recognizing the voice. A head poked up from above the field like a dwarf coming up from the mines, gold-eyed. Matthard looked so excited she struggled not to laugh. That would only encourage him.
She could see the signs of his travel now, the line of bent grass and moved stalks that led to where he sat, body cloaked by the yellowed grass.
I smell food. Should make food.
Applied to jobs at General Physics and Amazon. Yay. That food smell is really strong.
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