Sky Mesa daylight stars

“We will meet again, Meridian Cactusbloom,” and he dipped his head in return, one harbinger of faith to another, eyes taking their last glance before his steps returned to the pass.

As the wolf he held no true power in this country. As the God, he owned it: every hill, every tree, every river and every grain of sand; the very sun that seared Merdidian’s back, poured into her eyes and out onto her tongue; the one she worshiped, was him.