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Urari was sad. Author's Notes
Longer days were creeping back slowly. Snow blew like sand in the bitter wind. It was cold, cold, cold and there was only meat to eat. There were no fresh greens, no green shoots anywhere.
Urari sat in the corner of the infant house nursing Orsi and grieving for Spring.
Rai, the father of Orsi, set snares to catch a silk-hare. He wanted the silk-hare's skin to wrap Orsi in to keep warm in the bitter winter days.
When Rai went to check his snare, there was a silk-hare in the snare still alive. When he raised his knife to kill her the silk-hare pleaded for her life.
Muse Fusion 16 March 2010. Combining a prompt from Ellen Million for a silk-hare myth and a prompt from Lorna Cowie for the Torn World equivalent of snowdrops (the first spring flower)
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