“When she needed to make water or defecate, she did. She occasionally paused to drink and fill her drinking gourd, but she gave her bodily needs no more care than that. Her eyes were fixed on the western horizon. As of now, only a few dimly viewed trees broke the line. But soon, she hoped, she prayed. Soon. “Mother,” she said, placing one foot after the other. “You call. I come.” In the hutch where she lay in blindness and chaos, Stillshadow’s mouth curled in a smile. It was good. Everything … w...as good. She could see everything, knew that good things were coming. And when they did come, Stillshadow, stretched so tightly over the abyss, would finally answer Cloud Stalker’s call and be released from the flesh into the jowk. She had known such things with Stalker. Truly, the jowk had gazed out at her through his eyes. Their soul vines had gripped each other, their fibers entangled. Soon, she would be with him again, and their love-play would rival that of Great Mother and Father Mountain.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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