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The soil here was soft.
Still damp from recent rain— a gift from the skies above—it gave easily beneath her paws, peeling back like old skin. Layer after layer, she dug slow, careful, ears flicking at every sound, nose low to the ground as she worked. The scent was what had drawn her: earthy, starchy, alive. It left her stomach twisting, heart bursting with longing for äiti.
Hours upon hours she’d spent with äiti, her sweet mama, and all her sisters, pulling roots from the earth, feasting on bulbs, and decorating each other in the rainbow colors of spring.
It’s what she dug for now—bulbs, plump and fat with life, a tasty snack.
She remembered them: how bitter they tasted at first, tongue-numbing, sharp and strange. But soon enough, her mouth would water just at the thought. Round, waxy things pulled from the edge of the redfern fields, their skin pale and fibrous, their flavor sharp when raw, soft and sweet when roasted. Äiti used to call them moonroots—or kuurenka, for the rings that curled along their flesh like moons within moons.
Singing to herself, barely above a breath, Teyani clawed a little deeper, brushing aside threads of moss and the lace of tiny white roots. Gentle as she could, careful to leave the tangles she did not wish to disturb.
Talta chirped above her—soft, curious—watching from a low branch, feathers fluffed like a halo.
She sniffed the bulb again, bitterness and sweetness filling her nose like rosy memories. Curling her tongue, Teyani clicked low in her throat, calling to Talta. The swallow flew to her quickly, with only a few beats of its wing. Curious, it looked to her, then toward the bulb. It only took one nod. Talta pecked at the bulb, feathers ruffling happily as it took the first few bites, less patient than she.
The soil here was soft.
Still damp from recent rain— a gift from the skies above—it gave easily beneath her paws, peeling back like old skin. Layer after layer, she dug slow, careful, ears flicking at every sound, nose low to the ground as she worked. The scent was what had drawn her: earthy, starchy, alive. It left her stomach twisting, heart bursting with longing for äiti.
Hours upon hours she’d spent with äiti, her sweet mama, and all her sisters, pulling roots from the earth, feasting on bulbs, and decorating each other in the rainbow colors of spring.
It’s what she dug for now—bulbs, plump and fat with life, a tasty snack.
She remembered them: how bitter they tasted at first, tongue-numbing, sharp and strange. But soon enough, her mouth would water just at the thought. Round, waxy things pulled from the edge of the redfern fields, their skin pale and fibrous, their flavor sharp when raw, soft and sweet when roasted. Äiti used to call them moonroots—or kuurenka, for the rings that curled along their flesh like moons within moons.
Singing to herself, barely above a breath, Teyani clawed a little deeper, brushing aside threads of moss and the lace of tiny white roots. Gentle as she could, careful to leave the tangles she did not wish to disturb.
Talta chirped above her—soft, curious—watching from a low branch, feathers fluffed like a halo.
There,she murmured, pleased with herself, storm-washed eyes widening with delight. A bulb poked free, coated in dirt, wet from rain, and her stomach rumbled. Leaning in, she bit into the dirt around it, tugged it loose, then settled back on her haunches. Dirt clung to her snout, stained her cheeks, and caught beneath her nails. She didn’t mind.
She sniffed the bulb again, bitterness and sweetness filling her nose like rosy memories. Curling her tongue, Teyani clicked low in her throat, calling to Talta. The swallow flew to her quickly, with only a few beats of its wing. Curious, it looked to her, then toward the bulb. It only took one nod. Talta pecked at the bulb, feathers ruffling happily as it took the first few bites, less patient than she.
Muirku maaen, sielka kulen. Kiitos.A low hum followed, her head dipping low before her own teeth sunk in. Flavors burst upon her tongue, earthy and warm, and the taste of spring pulled a smile from her without effort.
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