Chapter 5: Nwdls-Neidr
The unorganised shuffle of feet beat out without any sense of cohesive rhythm, clattering metal of equipment and arms rang in her ears, it was music of an acquired taste. The sound of Ma’lleidr’s children on the move, as it was and as it should be, marching away from their recent raid with captives in tow.
From her vantage point positioned high above the mob lounging, wrapped around the end of her partner’s pole axe, Nwdls-Neidr, a stoat, the leader of the bandit group, could still smell the smoke. A thick intoxicating fog of burning wood, thatch rooftops set ablaze and, most importantly, their mother's pride.
“It doesn’t feel right,” came a voice below her, interrupting the moment.
The weasel’s noodle body uncoiled from its resting place to face the sound, the long face of her equine girlfriend.
“Doesn’t feel right?” Nwlds asked.
“I was thinking,” Ceffyl replied, “they were mother’s children, weren’t they?”
“They were farmers, that ain’t us.”
“You said she loved her children no matter how they chose to survive.”
“It ain't survival to be exploited.”
“They were alive.”
“There is more to survival than living.”
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