Totoka River Stoned on Shiva

comforting though her ministrations were, deirdre did not sleep. she labored over the other woman, and sang low, sonorous notes while the river babbled its apologies. deirdre's song was one of the wilds, of the the trees, the waters, the winds, the flames that licked the earth clean when it needed to be purged and renewed--it was ancient and new both, and eventually, the eyes of her patient opened.

deirdre's smile was luminous! the others embarrassment was missed by deirdre, who cared only to see that the other lived and was well. i am so glad to hear your voice, deirdre said with a sigh of relief. deirdre gingerly removed herself from the limbs of the other so that she no longer cradled her, and her bright eyes held fast to the other. do you feel any pain?