Lost Creek Hollow See how breeze and grass do play

The boy did not need to speak his skepticism for Crowfeather to feel it. Aquillius might have held fast to his disbelief but he seemed willing enough to proceed.

There are herbs inside. We will eat them and our eyes will grow heavy.

When sleep washed over them, they would dream with the stars. The dark figure did not know what he would see for himself. It had been a long time since he had last participated in the ritual. Crowfeather could feel worry gnawing at him. What if the stars did not reach them? What if he had upset them by bringing a stranger into their sacred place?

Here, the tripod gestured to his herbal stash. The dark of the cave had enveloped them in its grip. Further in, Aquillius would see the room of stars - the place where the gemstones in the walls glimmered like the heavens above.