Blackfoot Forest give me the souls and the flocks that you wish

the light was blinding, it seared through her vision and hit the back of her skull from the inside-out, or so it felt. had hosannah been more present, she would have wondered if this was what it felt like to be preyed upon; she may have even pitied the lone deer which received the brunt of a pack's attention. the light was blocked by a figure swiftly enough, donning the entity with a halo while staunchly darkening his facade so as to obscure him. she blinked up at the face for a time - it felt like hours but was mere moments - and then his words unfurled. she opened her dry mouth to speak, formed words, but all that came from her at first was an awkward off-kilter noise, like a tiny bird's first screech for food. hosannah licked her lips and swallowed what she could, her throat like sandpaper, and tried again: yes, i speak.