Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

the spirits that had guided averna as if she were their charge, had done very little guiding for astara. the voices the nightshade had done everything within her power to observe were elusive -- the door to their whisperings infuriatingly shut. astara had tried  -- more than once -- to commune with her departed mother, her wandering sister -- and each time, the attuned instruments she had used simply stared back in silence.

astara stepped back, her tail low and expression suddenly serious. had it been the voices, or had it simply been fate? astara had tried only last week to gain insight into the spirit world via a powerful token (her mother's hipbone) and had saw nothing. had averna sensed it?

averna had been gone a long time. would she like astara now? would she like the life astara had made for herself, would she like the things her sister had done, and most importantly, would she accept merrick?