Verdigris Ravine ~Great spirits, of all who lived~

She would find company in the twin lights of the Cavetreader who walked the darkness towards her.

While those around him grew in stature, Brac spindled out like the branch of a water-parched tree. If that one by the river was pretty, this one was something else. Not quite boyish, not quite roguish, not quite sure if he was on his way to anything anyone might call handsome.

Brac fell in line with everyone who entered that strange bracket of time they called teenhood.

This one greets you, he said through an owlish stare, this one wonders what is seen in the waters at your paws, for he'd seen her looking quite intently into them! The Cavetreader pushed forward to look himself.