Heron Lake Plateau young, violent, half-mad

She felt her face flush at the mention of her husband, knowing about Phox's fixation and the connection it afforded her. Sequoia's admitted lack of interest was surprising to her, if only because the moon had always been a fixture in her own life, and she couldn't imagine living without the constant thought of it. The way her imagination used to flood when she'd stare up at Mother Moon — 

When Sequoia segued in to talk of parents, the woman's thoughts hit a wall. She knew she should have parents too, that they might have aspirations and skills, but... When she thought about it, no names came to mind. She was reminded of her grandmother. My sisters... she mostly sighed, thinking of the days before the men and before -- well, before her life went to shit. My sisters taught me the stars, and they.. They talk about the sea, but I've never seen it. Used to um, live on a mountain? But it was so far away now - physically, ephemerally.