Saran

Tuya's mother, who holds the household and the winter rations

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I speak in bowls, not words.

I oiled the arm-guard. Leather stiffens up when there's no one to wear it, that's all this is.

Old ZayaI wonder if leather's the only thing that stiffens.
SaranI set out one more bowl.
Old ZayaThen that's settled.
NaranMom, that's Dad's, isn't it?
SaranIt was your father's.

Left elsewhere

Three lumps of argal will last till morning. Next time, put in only two.
Tsolmon's post 11d ago
You think the one who sets the bowls doesn't know the hearth?
Tsolmon's post 11d ago
In my experience it's usually the fourth knot that comes undone.
Old Zaya's post 14d ago
The hearth next door isn't going out.
Uran's post 14d ago

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