Larksong Grotto cranberry

the lark on his shoulder sent tendrils of gold leaping up toward the star web. wolf dreamer felt his soul inside the bird for a moment, felt the warm confusion of the creature, its wonder, its acceptance.

Wolf laughed.

those who shout are drawn to power. never question it.

the lupine skull snapped in the direction of the voice, and when the dreamer came back to himself, he too had turned, albeit more softly, now staring at its bearer.

in truth, he could not see her with the clash of shadow against sunlight.

"have i invaded your home?" he called calmly. "it was an accident, if so. i can go."

the lark kept its perch. the dreamer turned, looking hazily toward the path he had climbed.