Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

Spirits, she was getting soft.

Maybe it was the advent of Spring, or the extra weight under pelt signaling a slowly returning strength, that she found space in her heart to give to a bony little wayfarer; an irrational pull to put her instinctual competitiveness aside, in order to ease another’s journey.

Like a damned modern messiah.

But he had that familiar look of hunger, and Tauris felt an evolutionary desire to console. As strangers had once consoled and breathed new life into her.

No give without take.

She trods towards a very sad boy, forging a path through violet lupines, staining her dark legs with their bright yellow pollen in the process.

“Why the water works, kid?” Her voice was flat, but not absent of concern.