Lion Head Mesa and there's a storm that's raging

She wondered what Maegi saw in the small, trembling beast.

But Maegi had always seen wonder in the stranger. Jakoul alone could be proof of that, if the swath of shadowed children and hazy background was not.

"She's gone."

Some part of her felt the words grind against the stone of her heart. There were no words the could (or needed to be) said in return to his own. She only remained, staring at him.

I make altar.

She chuffed this to him, hoarse and low.