The Sunspire sister datura

hex. muskrat took some moments to cut fresh black cohosh from the base of an old pine, packing a bolus of the plant against her gumline, swelling one cheek.

once more she fell into step with him beneath the dappled shadows, steps light. "muskrat is best word for my name." not a mistranslation, per se; an ease to have no other voices ever call her what cloud singer once had.

stone paths were crossed with dozens of thin game trails. she sniffed at these as the land grew richer, the rock walls slanting impressively above them.