Porcupine Ridge your darkness is shining

Stay. Do what is told.

Anathema supposed she would never know if the bones had swayed Muskrat's decision at all. Maybe it was better that way. She offered a wavering smile to her sister's touch, gathering up her treasures to tuck them away and follow as they were bid.

She still felt nothing but numb. Training, the woman had said. Anathema wondered at that, but she said nothing else as she trailed Muskrat into the shadows. Maybe they would both look like her, one day. Maybe their eyes would reflect that same hard glint. A faint shudder rippled down her spine at the thought, but Anathema never once thought to turn back.