Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

He motions to her chest, and she remembers. It is a true surprise that she does, or perhaps it is not; she is unaware, but so many times, Clarice forgets. She was not herself that day. But she is rewarded with the memory, the slaughter.
xxxxMany sacrifices for a spell, she responds, a ruthless edge to her voice as she begins, but as she continues, it softens. I have called to Him, have made a beacon. And I asked for you. Clarice does not speak to comfort. That is not her way. She watches him. Her head tilts, and her eyes are bright. She is here! Clarice had yearned for him so, without knowing! She would never let him go.