Originally posted on Patreon in September 2019 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
This story was prompted by this toot here – https://elekk.xyz/@eightbitsamurai/102849547549670548 – and is technically the last “Very short” (shh) story of the July Patreon theme, “arts and crafts.”
It is set, in my mind, in the Fae Apoc ‘verse, but while Esther uses a little bit of magic to …. nudge… things, it’s all very low-key.
Esther was knitting people together.
She was not all that good at hunting, having tried it twice and not gotten anything at all, but she was good at helping the hunters prepare the food they brought in and she wasn’t squeamish with the carcasses.
She had a bum leg and ankle, no matter what she tried, that meant that she couldn’t really do that much scavenging, though she went along when she could and she knew better than some what the good places would be around here and which should be avoided. Continue reading
First: Spoils of War I: Surrender
When Aran tapped her on the shoulder, Nikol hadn’t realized that she’d been asleep. Asleep sitting in the middle of the road in a trapped town. She muttered a couple curses at her stupidity.
“Eat,” he insisted. “I’ve been standing guard. You — I figure that’s the second time you saved my life. Oh. And — I found this one. She says you’re an idiot.” He was holding up a cat.
The cat. A pressure Nikol had barely noticed lifted. She took the grumbling cat from Arran and, very carefully, set about petting the beast. Behind the ears, top of the head, shoulders, spine but not too far back, back to the shoulders.
“I gave her a magical flea-and-tick treatment as a thank you and fixed her worms and the sore place in her left hip. I figured that was the best I could do. The ones travelling with us — they’ll tolerate her, but they’re not going to share a saddle with her.”
“This is her home, anyway.” She petted the cat behind the ears again. “Thank you for paying my debt to her.” Continue reading