The Heartwood Pouliá

So they ran until Sorcha slowed her pace. Antigone loped beside her, winded after covering all that ground. The scent of rain was on the wind. It blew through the trees and began to sprinkle down. Thick grey clouds loomed above.

What’s Ani look like? Antigone asked. He would like to keep an eye out for the girl, share her name with passersby so that they could look and call if she was found.