Dawnlark Plains baarish hoti hai

she remembered the way his large tongue had smoothed over the entire top of her head as morningside lingered over the cold, rigid form of her daddy.  she remembered grayday's mouth on her baby feet, the tickle of his throat against her ear.

it wasn't the same, but it was something.  everyone was too busy trying to explain to her what happened, that it was okay, or that it wasn't, or that daddy was in a better place (or that he wasn't) that nobody except for her momma and aditya had truly stopped and allowed her to grieve.

so for the first time, she began to babble, and then she began to weep, burying her nose into the thick ruff of fur at his throat.