Lone Star Mountain stumucha

her call was unanswered — and then it was not. skaigona had turned back to ezra, searching for some way to soothe her son when a second, a first, burst from the wet foliage, his eyes, his eyes —
a feral cry of pure relief broke from skaigona before she realized she had screamed at all; she lunged away from the stone ledge to complete the remainder of the journey at the end of the small clearing.
her arms trembled to embrace him, and when she looked over his shoulder, john was there also — skaigona began to shake with sobs, and rejected any notion she should thank god for what that hallowed man had accomplished.