Lost Creek Hollow my brother the wind

@Rannoch @Terance @Treason

it was high time that mona mayfair accepted whatever punishment she was to be given for her unseemly act, and so she trudged to the center of the hollow. only there did she hesitate, feeling the sting of fear. what if she was driven out? what if they told her they would end her children for their illegitimacy?
both of these thoughts choked the little cardinal with anguish and terror, so that she could scarcely call for the leaders. but call she did, her voice thin and wavering in the cold air. 
mona waited, head down, tail curled between her heels. it was not enough that they would be displeased: the mark of her grave error was stamped visibly upon the growing curves of her flanks now.