Honeyed Pasture ◊

in her flight, elk charm could not see that he had never chased and did not follow. all her veneer of harsh older sister had vanished at this first challenge; instinct could only be grateful that her weakness was witnessed by spring and then summer. she had seasons to learn.
for now the sharadoii girl only ran in the flighty way of those ruminants hunted by her kith for their fine yellow skins; ran in the maddened, thoughtless manner of prey stricken to utter blankness.
muradoii thought would wear the face of that great, thunderous man.