Blackfoot Forest I spend my nights dancing with my own shadow

there was not much to occupy her mind in this place. as much as hosannah coveted the time spent with her lord, she was growing despondent among the shadows. it had not been long since the announcement had been made — that she was to be paired with the young man @Gotham despite hardly knowing him. it was not something she feared. her own people were similar with their arrangements, although hosannah — at this time, with her current mentality — was struggling. their pairing and future union was not the work of the lord, but that of mortals. who was aaron to decide such things? what standard had been set to allow this? hosannah knew, too, that she was doing her duty. becoming one with a group of heathens was tricky work.

she does not sleep near her partner, nor does she spend much time around him. in fact, today hosannah is adamant in her desire of staying free of him — she seeks the scent of the women among her, hoping to glean some understanding from her temporary sisters. it is liri she finds first, and it is in time to witness her slipping in to the stream. for a moment she was a distorted pale spot among the blue, and hosannah found herself thinking, how pretty, and even smiled a little smile. when liri popped back up again the red woman was closer, and sat sphinx-like alongside the stream.

she crossed and uncrossed her paws, trying to settle. from the edge she called out softly, you are an ice-berg, how cute.