Rising Sun Valley It's kind of like those sunsets

wolfsong across the valley in a feminine pitch. then again, a higher and melodic sound.

cries to the heavens, not for her, yet almalexia answered them all the same. a thin thread of scent guided her, the elder of the pair as she soon saw. the prophet descended in silence upon them.

and saw that one — a girl as almalexia had once been, spun not of midnight but of sunlight and seafoam — bore the weight of creation upon her frame. the coarse hairs along her spine rose at the wrongness of it, and yet the prophet delighted in it too. she spoke of her time, and of a healer.

i know medicine, almalexia purred as she slid ever closer.

i looked over threadlogs and it looks as if this will be on the 31st? (: so i am going with that