Valley of Gold a voice

sorry for the late reply D: things got away from me lol

zulema followed quietly, not finding it a time to share idle words with tamar. it was a time for her to learn as her mother said, and the golden woman to remember. time for her to remember anything but the absence that lingered in their hearts.

when she'd lowered herself in the limited cover of brush, zulema mocked it. the girl, soon woman, found it increasingly difficult to keep her limbs from stretching across the land in pursuit of the rabbit-kits. she'd wait for the instruction that was likely needed, no matter how easy she believed the sureness of their success would be. zulema's own understanding did not apply here. she grew to like it.