Dahozhoni Meadow I can feel it gettin' near

he comes across her reclining on her haunches, expression spent. motherhood and the crucible it impressed upon the hosts of new life was a powerful cocktail; soto had seen many changes in the women that brought life to their world.

once, his brother had described it as a form of witchcraft. soto and tomilo listened rapt as juarez flit from topic to topic like a junglebird, at last alighting on the intriguing and mystifying subject of womanhood. you see, he explained patently, life must come from something, and as we know of the witches, their powers come from extracting energy from something else. a sprig of thyme, the sacrifice of a doe; would not the same be said of bringing new life to this world? perhaps the cost of it is a fraction of your soul.

leto. soto apprises her, coming to sit alongside her milksap form . estas bien?