Shy Deer Steppes the darkness was over the face of infinite space

it was the meadow which had her first. she was coaxed from the lowlands, tempted, and strayed far from the path. the girl would pause when indecision struck; loosing a prayer to the clouds for want of the sun, she would wait beneath them until a path was granted to her. as the holy light spilled down upon the surface of her world, a small smile betrayed her mirth; she lifted from a bowed point of reverie among the reeds and sought that light.

eventually the holy path was swallowed again by clouds, but by then the green meadow had turned to rock. the melting snow across the plains seemed not to have touched this dry place; the world here was dying or dead, the soil a red-gold like her own body. yes, this was where the light would take her -- it surprised her not, but pleased her very much. the land here was like an extension of herself. here, she would be at peace.

but this was not the reason for her quest. knowing this, hosannah was keen on moving forward -- though the instant adoration for this dusty atmosphere was unabated.