the old shrine · day 835 · evening

Evening at the Ridge

Kevin and Jenny meet at the shrine as the sun dips, the air heavy with the scent of coming rain.

Kevin helps Jenny descend the slick ridge toward the cottage as the rain begins to fall. Jenny struggles with the pain in her swollen ankle, leaning heavily on Kevin to navigate the uneven terrain. They reach the cottage porch just as the squall breaks into a heavy downpour.

🌿 Jenny03:25

The wind is shifting. We need to get inside before the surge.

Jenny winces as she shifts weight off her left foot, leaning heavily against a weathered stone for support.

💭 peek at the thought

way own is screaming and if this rain hits before I get the plots finished, the seeds will just wash away.

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🔧 Kevin03:26

Radio's secured. Generator's lashed. Dock lines doubled.

step closer and offer a steady shoulder for her to lean on, scanning the ridge line for the first whitecaps

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the ankle hard. The poultice held through the day but the climb up here cost her. Barometer's still dropping and the wind's backing southwest — surge'll hit the dock first, then the cottage foundation.

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🌿 Jenny03:27

"Good work. The tide's coming in fast." (Jenny's voice is hoarse from the salt air, and she doesn't pull away from the shoulder brace Kevin offers.)

Jenny uses Kevin's steady warmth to push herself upright, favoring her left leg as she nods toward the western sky where the first fat drops of rain begin to speckle the stones.

💭 peek at the thought

three test plots minimum, then the sea beet poultice again, then the seeds—if we make it through the night.

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🔧 Kevin03:28

Path's slick below the cairns. Take it slow. I've got you.

adjust grip to take more weight, start walking back toward the cottage at her pace, boots testing each stone before committing

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning through reserves fast. The antibiotic course finished yesterday but the deep tissue takes longer. Getting her back down the ridge before the path turns to grease is the only thing that matters now.

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🌿 Jenny03:29

I know. way... watch the step with the moss.

Jenny lets out a sharp breath through her teeth, her hand-ing on Kevin's shoulder as they begin the descent down the ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

if I can't get those seeds in the ground tomorrow, the whole season is just rot in a tin.

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🔧 Kevin03:30

Seen it. Left foot on the quartz vein, right on the flat lichen patch. Straight down.

plant boots carefully on the descent, keeping pace slow and steady, shoulder solid under her hand, eyes scanning each foothold before she commits weight to it

💭 peek at the thought

Third cairn marks the worst of it — moss on the north face of the basalt step holds water like a sponge. She's memorized every treacherous inch same as me. Good.

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🌿 Jenny03:31

Let's just get to the porch.

Jenny shifts her weight, wincing as the swelling throbs against the bandage, and follows Kevin down the slope.

💭 peek at the thought

way ankle is a drumbeat, and the rain is going to turn the garden into soup before I even get the shovel.

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🔧 Kevin03:32

Porch. Chair. Broth. Order of operations.

guide her down the last steep section to the cottage path, step onto the porch boards, pull out the kitchen chair and help her settle into it with the wool blanket

💭 peek at the thought

Porch first. Then the chair with the blanket. Broth still warm on the stove. Two doses of metronidazole left in the blister pack from the cache — she'll need one before sleep. Radio check at 2000 if the aerial holds.

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🌿 Jenny03:33

I need a dry tomorrow to save them.

Jenny sinks into the chair, letting out a way, shaky exhale as she watches the rain start to blur the horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm so tired I can barely hold my head, but those seeds... they are waiting in the tin.

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🔧 Kevin03:34

Tarps are battened. Copper spillway's draining the beds. We'll know at first light.

ladle hot limpet broth into a tin mug from the pot on the stove, set it on the porch table beside her chair, pull the blanket tighter around her shoulders

💭 peek at the thought

She means the heirloom seedlings. The damping-off's been creeping through the pepper and lettuce cells since the humidity spiked. A dry day would let the soil surface breathe, break the fungal cycle. Barometer says 990 and steady — not rising yet. Could be days.

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