Dawnlark Plains all that summer was fire and rain

it was a gift.

there was a shift in bhediya's being, one that was catalyzed by their sudden proximity. memories, they came slow, but they drifted into her mind all the same. the time spent looking for them, it hadn't been in vain! someone was looking down upon her, and one way or another, she'd found their favor.

as blackbear — no, ishara, progressed with her introduction, the surprise and shock grew on bhediya's face. i'm not, she whispered, her head shaking in disbelief, but i know these plains. they were far from the cuesta now.

i, well..., bhe continued, i don't... there was such a disconnect between the now and the then. she worried that trying to bridge the gap would come off the wrong way. there was a chance that this wasn't her, and that this was the result of an unfortunate coincidence. bhediya hesitated, but said, khoe, they called me.