Lion Head Mesa twelfth

she followed each instruction.

she lied down upon the stone, her head tilted back as she stared up at the moon. wondering, waiting. mortified and amazed in equal turns. her breath felt like it had settled in her stomach.

it would hurt.

Nwt watched them.

when her eyes closed she imagined the expanse of tavina, close and coddling. love endless. one day there would be children in that bundle of dark fur. asking questions of their mother. blessed children, part of this would bless them too, wouldn't it?

i am ready. please.

her voice a soft whisper as mismatched eyes stared out to the sky.

endless as her love.