Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

Her emotions shook him so; she was cold for a moment; then filled with tears the next, her small voice breaking, reminding Lecter of her childhood and the chaos she had struggled with even then. The breath was all but knocked from him; pale audits slid back against his skull, and he held her eyes with his own for a gentle heartbeat, for what seemed an infinite amount of time, a millennia, before he locked back his own churning heart and proffered her a small grim smile.

"It is settled, then, but neither of us have passed on yet. We are both still breathing. Tell me what you have learned." And with that, the weathered shaman turned their conversation onto its proper track, one that would surely be of interest to his wayward oddity.

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