Dawnlark Plains all that summer was fire and rain

a moment of euphoria preceded the stranger's approach. the wind blew westward, directly into bhediya's face, and brushed gently against her closed eyes. it was a moment of reprieve. were it not for the sound of the stranger's approach, she might have stayed there indefinitely.

the distance between them was closing. bhediya took note of the girl's strange coat and wondered if she had also wandered up from the south. there weren't many of them, she thought. 

for a moment, she held that steady stare. not at all, she replied, offering a friendly grin. the staring continued. it was familiar, that pattern, but not familiar enough. bhe looked away, suddenly embarassed by her wonder. i'm sorry, you just... your coat, it's very pretty. 

it had the colors and it had the curl. they could have been from the same tribe, from the looks of it. are you from around here?