Drabble
For lacorneille:
The forests are chill and wet as winter approaches and there is very little rice left in their bag. They will have a miserable and hungry night. The wind picks up as the light fades, and Hideyoshi has never felt so cold. Bowing, he hands the bowl of rice across the guttering fire and tries to make his own small portion last.
After a time he feels eyes on him, and his companion throws more damp wood on the fire. It catches immediately.
"Once, there was war in heaven," the sibilant voice begins.
Hideyoshi listens, enthralled, and forgets the cold.
The forests are chill and wet as winter approaches and there is very little rice left in their bag. They will have a miserable and hungry night. The wind picks up as the light fades, and Hideyoshi has never felt so cold. Bowing, he hands the bowl of rice across the guttering fire and tries to make his own small portion last.
After a time he feels eyes on him, and his companion throws more damp wood on the fire. It catches immediately.
"Once, there was war in heaven," the sibilant voice begins.
Hideyoshi listens, enthralled, and forgets the cold.