Day Eleven - What To Feel?
After the usual sort of active night, Day Eleven dawns overcast and drizzly. It never full out rains, just stays gray and cool and damp. In the clouds, there isn't even the faintest rumble or flash of lightening. All along the stream the glasswings are drinking the nectar of that lovely vine flower and don't seem deterred at all by the grayness of the day. The women who have gone missing over the past few days still don't arrive and it provides some things for people to chew on. Perhaps there is more danger to this place than just laughers. Maybe there is something else that will hunt a human.
Also, homesickness is worse than ever today. Especially for those who have been there the longest. There is still lots of eleboar left over but people should be cautious about cooking it well before eating. It will have to be buried after today and if the eastern party doesn't return, it'll be back to scavenging for food tomorrow.