Blacktail Deer Plateau about the way your world can alter

tamar felt empty.

and somehow the mother saw this reflected in her daughter, whom she rose to greet with great pride. "my zulema is a mighty hunter," the goldred woman sang out, a grin dissolving the cobwebs of sorrow from her face.

she had spoken about leaving. arsenio wished to leave, not for the mountains but for his seaside home. and her heart yearned to be there, away from the pain the teekons had given her.

and an equal portion of tamar was appalled at the idea, horrified at the notion of leaving the place where all her children had been born. and if she could manifest the words, she might have said she was waiting for them to come back.

through her emptiness, zulema gave her so much hope.

"would you like to show me how to hunt these — in the desert?" tamar asked, a whim for travel overcoming the rest of her stuttering emotions.