Miniwrimo day seven
Sray got a thought in her head. She didn't think it was a particularly wise thought, but it wouldn't go away. It would worm its way into her mind and draw her concentration off her other tasks. She wanted to find the evidence of those who were here before the Meim. They were not Getier, they wouldn't be her father's people, but they were Klamon and that had to count for something and she felt drawn to discover who they were and what they left behind. There had to be some evidence of their existence beside the story of the Meim clearing them out and the near-forgotten history of the life that was here before the wars began.
There were places no human would think to go in these mountains, she knew that. The chance of any still living here after sixty years of Meim occupation was slim. She wouldn't even know what to do if she found them anyway.
It became her new goal to map the valley's walls in her mind.
Half day's hike Serrith had said. That was on human feet. That was taking the easiest, and no doubt very indirect route she felt sure. There had to be another, faster way.