the old shrine · day 705 · evening

Evening Shrine Gathering

The sun begins to dip, cooling the heavy air slightly as you meet to head up the ridge toward the stone circle.

Kevin and Jenny reached the old shrine on the ridge as evening settled. A seabird chick lay in the grass near the stone circle, fallen from the cliff ledges above, alive but flightless with parents circling overhead. They paused together at the shrine, the radio scanning quietly.

🌿 Jenny15:17

I'm coming. Just give me a second.

Close the notebook, pack the pencils, and limp slowly toward the ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing with every step, but I need to see the shrine before the light fails completely.

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🔧 Kevin15:17

Take your time. I'll carry the radio.

Pick up the shortwave radio from the porch table and wait at the base of the ridge path.

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving slower than this morning. The ankle's not right, even with the antibiotics.

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🌿 Jenny15:19

Thanks.

Shift my weight to my good leg and start the slow, pained ascent up the ridge path.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being patient, but I hate that he has to watch me drag myself like this.

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🔧 Kevin15:19

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Walk beside her up the ridge path, matching her pace, radio slung over my shoulder, eyes scanning the ground for loose stone or root.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it hard. The red line hadn't crossed the tattoo this morning, but that was hours ago. Should've made her rest longer.

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🌿 Jenny15:21

Watch the rocks on the left.

Reach out a hand for balance, wincing as the salt in the bandage rubs against the wound.

💭 peek at the thought

The path is uneven here; if I twist it, this infection will really take hold.

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🔧 Kevin15:21

Got it.

Step to the right side of the path, creating a buffer between her and the loose scree, close enough that my shoulder's there if she needs it.

💭 peek at the thought

She's guiding me on my own island. The salt bite's sharp — she felt it through the dressing.

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🌿 Jenny15:23

Almost there.

Lean heavily against a rock for a moment, breathing through the sharp pulse in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

We're almost there. I just need to see the names on the stones before dark.

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🔧 Kevin15:23

No rush. The stones aren't going anywhere.

Stop a few paces ahead, turn sideways on the path so I'm not looming, watch the ridge line where the light's starting to thin.

💭 peek at the thought

The shrine's close. She's pushing through because she wants to be here — not because she should be.

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🌿 Jenny15:27

I know.

Push off the rock and limp the last few meters toward the stone circle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, the stones have been here for centuries, but the light is leaving fast.

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🔧 Kevin15:27

—

Follow the last stretch to the circle, boots quiet on the turf, radio still slung, letting her choose where to stop.

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the stones aren't going anywhere. She also knows I'll wait as long as it takes.

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