Wapun Meadow don't you bleed out an apology, you'll always be a liar to me

@Kierkegaard & puppies welcome

the peal of thunder sounded overhead, black gouts of clouds roiling low and suspended. caught in the gale and clearly panicked, caiaphas desperately retraced her steps. one missing, somehow slipped off and unaccounted for. the other children assembled at the lip of a cave, tired and mute as their parents worriedly canvassed the area.

no luck, and the first splatter of rain began to fall. slow pats turned to heavy gobs; in a matter of moments the sylph was drenched and wretched. the ground was dark and slick, the skies aphotic with a sheen of sickly yellow -- and caiaphas, dredged up like a miserable supplicant, pressed on in the wilds after the rain-logged trail of her wayward son.