Sequoia Coast currant

power, he wanted to say. it's power that calls you away.

but she would know. she had to know. she'd dreamed her daughters singing on the star web. 

"then we'll travel till you do." there was nothing in the dreamer that wanted to be parted from her, and much more that wanted to see her do.

she had more to do, to be.

"sleep now. we'll go in the next few days."

Wolf clacked a rattling chortle.