Big Salmon Lake cutback

The herald was not sure what to think when no answer came. He only gazed back at her, nonplussed, waiting for her to speak. But she didn't.

He came forward at a slow, almost wary pace, the wind whipping at his back. Something seemed — off. Not quite right. But he was not sure what had given him this impression, nor what ought to be done about it.

"Callyope?" he asked again, uncertain. "Do you want me to go?"