nightfall, and with it a dripping rain that turned the edge of the forest to a muddy pool. here he stepped lightly, and then gleefully, sending a cascade of wet dirt along his forelegs. merrick's head ached still from the healing cuts, though each day the pain was less.
suddenly bored, he lay down in the rain and blinked toward the hidden stars.
did indra see them from the other side; a meandering thought merrick could not push away.