You take the plate from Roisin.
"Polyandrian field?" You ask questioningly, unsure of her meaning. "And what do you mean 'battles'?" You want to sit down again but aren't sure if you should return to where you last rested, or go inside.
“Polyandrian field. Um.” She searches for the right word as she sits next to the fire. “A graveyard. The Battle of Corn Creek happened just south of here. Several battles fought during the Creek War happened around this area. Soldiers were buried in mass graves—Polyandrian fields.”
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I peer at the plate. My brain refuses to register what she's telling me.
ReplyDelete"So." I begin, my stomach lurching a bit. "What exactly...is this?" I nod at the meat, not sure I want to hear the answer.