CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Morning.
After a silent and desolate breakfast in the tent, Peter and Sarah join the others at The Field.
Sarah pulls at her blue cotton sleeve edges. They grow tighter as sweat makes its way through the fabric. A breeze drifts through the crowd. Is it real? It’s so refreshing, does it matter? It passes each person, taking away some of the heat. Keeping up with the days since they left the cottage with Rayden and Rayburn has been a challenge in this backwards climate, but she has managed, nonetheless. In her world, it is only the second month of the year, Frottenberry. Cold, with snow still clinging to the ground, and the frottenberry blooms sprouting. However here, it seems they prefer the sweltering heat of Unther or Ether. She looks up as Peter wipes his brow with t
