Lion Head Mesa makes me see what i want to see

Akashingo. I—I know, she said, but the vagueness of tone didn't inspire any confidence. She listened to Tavina speak, sides still heaving.

S-s-seizure, Maegi repeated. The bleeding was slowing as her tongue lolled against the cold earth, the veins constricting. Whassat? Why'd it happen t'me?

Oh, Jaes, she was so tired.

Her eyelids hung heavy, and the healer appeared only as a sliver of herself, a shadow against the brightness of sun and snow.