Verdigris Ravine if we lose our touch, it won’t mean much

qiao listened, ears canted forward as she was transported into the murky world of the past; to the distant shores of ephraim’s very origin. 

the aura around him seemed to snake — a snarl thrummed through the sigil bones held between her paws. 

the motion passed as ephraim’s words turned to heda’s legacy of ruin and disappointment. in this, qiao was certain — whatever spirit possessed this taotaomona knew little of a crumbling legacy. i do not think it is your heda. qiao offered, composing the sigil bones again with care. they thrummed with an energy she could not read.