Luneshale Pass the sedge and the bee

she didn't see anything.

not until she turned to face the path home, and thought there was something large and brown creeping just out of range.

the wind said, lake; it said wolf; it said danger—either that or nazli linked the scent back to the terrifying giant woman, and that association alone was enough to make her run.

a few of her flowers tumbled from her grip as she went, but she would not gather them up again. better to go, and quickly. in the forefront of her mind was a prayer, but in her heart nazli wondered, zharille? here?

her heart burned as she crossed over the invisible limits to muat-riya, and would not cease even after she'd returned to tavina.