Lost Creek Hollow once i took your medication to know what it's like

"i am told" — by whom? they knew "— that the stars hold our ancestors. our mentors. that they speak to us in visions." solely because she was able, solely for the pleasure of touch and the loveliness of autonomy, silvertongue lifted her rawboned arm and brushed the back of her wrist along the edge of wren's mouth. "starclan." her eyes filled with something unreadable, but at last it was not pain, only wondering.