Firestone Hot Springs morning star

half-sleeping, cen at last dragged himself from the pool and settled on the coolness of the grass, which tempered the burning in his jawline, his sinus, his very skeleton. he tried to gather his scattered thoughts; he could bribe the first one across which they came to carry a message.

suppose she did not come? 

the raving slate of his single eye found sulukinak. in her now must rest the expansion of the lanzadoii, this girl who spoke of the everdark and had no ties to the caribou people outside of a bloodline she had not known existed.

"it is summer. the caribou will be traveling back from the sea, to the places in the taiga which are green. we will hunt them there."

his legs ached for the long march. cen at last slept.