The scent of blood clung to the air as Phoebe walked into the kitchen. She spied Julia standing at the counter, cutting up raw meat and livestock organs.
“Hey… Feeling better?” Julia said.
“Tired.” Phoebe replied. “Sorry about last night. I like your apron.”
“Thanks! Think you’re up for a reading? Or, we can eat first if you want.” She plopped the meat bits into a bucket. Phoebe did want to eat, but she wanted to get this reading--whatever that meant--over with even more. She needed answers. At her insistence Julia left, returning shortly after with a coil of thin rope. When Phoebe got a closer look, she realized that it was made of braided grass.
“So, at the lake. What were you doing?” Julia asked as she began unraveling the cordage around her.
“Dunno. I drank too much. I must have blacked out or something,” Phoebe lied.
“But you remember what happened, so you didn’t black out.”
She groaned. “I know! I don’t want to talk about it.”
Julia’s gaze was prying, but her beak was graced with an apologetic, knowing smile. “It’s true that I should’ve done the reading earlier. Thing is, I think the Consumption might be acting like a Rise ‘cause of your wish. That- Silver, right? He wore out fast when Yuli was chasing him in the marsh. And you,” she finished laying out the hoop, “I haven’t been that hungry since I was bound to Yuli. Rises create a new flow of energy; you both need time to adjust. You get hungrier, achier, more tired, as the flow evens out. That’s what we’re gonna look at.”
Man Julia called Phoebe right out, huh.
I’ve been gearing up for spring over here. The weather has been really nice; I’ve had my window open all day today (which my cat appreciates very much.)