Luneshale Pass VERONICA! open the- open the door, please

the stars beamed down upon silvertongue, swallowing her in rushes of alabaster light. the stars were displeased; she heard their voices and knew it was the clan who lived among them speaking now. disconnected daily from her sense of self, silvertongue existed in swimming green and streamers of blue. but her mind would never forget crowfeather no matter what they did to her flesh. hobbled by a dilution given scant hours ago, silvertongue stared at the moon, at the dusting of stars, and then at the shadow which morphed and corrupted itself as it approached from a distance across the sand.