Blacktail Deer Plateau where was I when the rockets came to life

sobeille's gaze cast skyward momentarily, as if willing the heavy clouds to part and reveal their indigo offal: glittering sets of white amid coils of endless black.

she crossed her limbs and sighed. not always. here was a failure she was reluctant to admit. sialuk be much better at it den me. sometimes -- as she grasped for a way to articulate it, she absentmindedly traced a spiral figure in the ground with one paw. it takes patience. an' experience. some'times i be certain dey be sayin' one t'ing, but dey meant some'ting else. an' i learned from another witch dat dere be bones more powerful den others. dat not just any old bone can be used for readin'.