Meadowlark Prairie preach

It overjoyed her to laugh at such a thing. Kasmut drew her head back, letting the noise bubble from her mouth and into the air. She did not seem to care if this was offensive to the man. She could not think of something quite so absurd – one God. The pale flower believed that this man was crazed, or that he had been raised outside of the belief of the Egyptians. It was a shame.

And God is its name? How silly, she spoke with a gleam of joy in her eyes.

Kasmut did not turn to leave, however. She seemed willing to listen to his words, if only for a short while longer.