Before going to sleep.
Feng Mountain communicated with the tribe's Fire Seed.
An image of the vigorously burning Fire Seed appeared in his mind. Within the radius of its glow, Nash sat by the fire pit, staring off into space.
The White Feathered Eagle that had paid its protection fee stood on a rock by the fire pit. Several other eagles, these with black and white feathers, had appeared nearby, but they dared not approach the fire.
Meanwhile, the moss transplanted from the Tundra, bathed in the Fire Seed's light, slowly sent its roots deeper into the soil.
The sown vegetable seeds lay in the soil, and Feng Mountain could clearly feel the vibrant life force contained within their shells.
'Everything will get better.'
Feng Mountain picked up Coca-Cola, tucked the pet under the covers, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
...
October 3rd.
Sunrise: 09:03:37
