I forgot how much fun shadows are.
Our protagonists will be moving on next page, promise. In the meantime, there’s a brief description of imperialist violence as they get ready. In this setting, some people live a very long time, and others don’t. Some memories linger.
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A five-panel, black-and-white comic page.
Panel 1: Resunotek, wearing her straw cloak, crouches at the base of an enormous tree, about to dig up a spindly, leafless plant with her knife. Other, similar plants are nearby. She, the plants, and the trees cast long shadows on the snowy ground.
Resunotek (narrating): They burned and slaughtered their way from the lowlands to the mountains.
Panel 2: A closer shot of Resunotek as she kneels on the ground, twisting some thread into a loop to make a snare with both hands. Rabbit tracks mark the snow next to her.
Resunotek (narrating): One day, she said, they’ll return and take whatever is left.
Panel 3: Resunotek is a small figure in an expanse of snow, facing away from the viewer and carrying the bodies of two rabbits in one hand. Her footprints trail behind her.
Resunotek (narrating): And all the bear meat and pelts and silk from the moths we send them won’t keep them away forever.
Panel 4: The scene is now dark. Ichiro and Resunotek sit side by side in front of a small fire in a circle of stones, in which the cooking pot sits, full of liquid. Ichiro, wrapped in the blanket, rests his sword on his shoulder. Resunotek holds her hands up to warm them by the fire.
Resunotek (narrating): Would she be angry with me if she knew what I was doing?
Panel 5: Inside the tent, as indicated by the darkness of the scene and the wedge of light from the doorway, Ichiro sits with his shirt off and his brow furrowed in discomfort. Resunotek sits behind him, tending to the wound on his back, though her hands aren’t visible.
Resunotek (narrating): If he hurt me, would she only say that she taught me better?
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