The Sunspire [m] feather blanket

"ah, imilla," muskrat sighed, tilting her head to gaze at the heavens which swathed the peak in a blanket of cooler air. "two years. hm? two years and this time comes. mind and body will want it. want them. want men. it is the way pachamama made us to be."

her eyes watched the other. "right now, you are girl. in your eye, you have fear. but do not have afraid. is not time for you yet. you feel — another way when it your turn to walk with chay misk’i nina locura."

but even as she spoke, muskrat pored over what the girl had said of this mysterious friend. he had found her injured and brought her away from that place. now she wandered alone, whispering of his potential anger. muskrat grinned, and decided at once she did not like the situation. "i not say anything." a pause followed. "this man, how long you travel with him?"