Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

"A promise."

Mictec felt that best summarized what had drawn her to the glade, and why no matter every attempt to go elsewhere, her feet brought her back. She had found peaceful sleeps after having spent many nights terrorized by nightmares of two legged monsters. But she found a feeling that she was now closer than ever to the one person she had lost.

"Mi abuela, she told me to never let go of my roots even if our people were ignoring our traditions and losing faith in our gods. So after my exile I have come to the conclusion of how to honor her wishes."

Every time Mictec spoke in the ancient tongue, she felt the ethereal gravity her abuela once held, how intoxicating, how mesmerizing it was to see the balance that surrounded her. It gave her purpose after being constantly feared for being the living vestige of death.

"How did you know it was a prayer and not a curse or nonsensical babbling?"