Dawnlark Plains XLVII

they ran.

he leapt a stone. he leapt a log. he paused to skirt the edge of a large puddle, trusting her to do the same.

augur was filled with the cadence of birds, of wind, of rock and the taste of sea just touching the air.

he was exhilarated, and jumped high in his running, howling once before he landed and looked back for his silver-tipped girl, her eyes glowing as sunlight in her small face.

moon runner, he decided, her second father's name until the time came to shed blood.

pale star.

now moon runner.

and then she would earn another.

he called to moon runner again, his own gaze filled with delight.