Phantom Hollow lamb

Were it not for her brothers voice, Byll would have shrieked endlessly in anger and hexed the woman on the spot. She would have spewed curses in languages unknown that the Gods would sanctify once beyond her tongue. Her breath quickened, and her nails bit into the earth. Her brother corrected, and with a downward tilt of her muzzle she regarded him with a cool look that spoke of her crumbling composure. As Buffalo bowed, Byll watched and listened. In her mind the voices spoke at a rapid clip, impossible to discern but prompting her to stay still, a b s o l u t e l y still.

Plant knowledge, yes! Whatever you need, queen of the hills, she hummed obligingly, but her eyes were glazed as she succumbed again to vision. They are here, and here they rest, for now, watching! Wanting!