Flowers Eaten grimaced before smoothing her expression. She glanced back at her sister and straightened with a shrug of a shoulder. She was shivering despite the pelts that Waiting to Bloom had draped across her back, but her face was still.“The water tastes strange here,” she declared. She anticipated Waiting to Bloom’s chastisement though and bent to take another sip. She couldn’t afford to become dehydrated just because she didn’t like the taste of the water. It was certainly clean—her sister would never have let her drink it if it weren’t.
She didn’t comment on the taste of water every time the taste of the water they came across changed; that would have been tedious given how often she would have to make a comment. They travelled more than one might think considering her health. There was too much to do for them not to travel. She got tired though, more than she wanted to let on—physically and, these days, emotionally.
It wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t help it.
Deciding she had drank enough to satisfy her sister, Flowers Eaten backed away from the clear little pool of water she had been led to. There was plenty of water in the Swamp but not all of it was good for drinking, especially when you had to be as careful as they were with Flowers Eaten. “You should drink too.”
Her tone was magnanimous, but Waiting to Bloom would surely see through her.
You taste this water you’ve asked me to drink. Does it not taste strange?
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