Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

tamar watched crowfeather.

"where i am from, when you die your soul is taken to the sun."

she felt a kinship with the boy, stronger than it had been even a moment before. her soft eyes searched his face. "you do not speak of your home. why is that?"

neither did tamar. it hurt far too much, and she wondered to herself if it was the same for crowfeather.