Meadowlark Prairie i'm getting older

qiao would have been interested to learn the night reigned in the dove’s dreams. so much about the mind could be told from a single dream sequence. 

east, girl. qiao growled, pausing as she gave thought. hmm? the stomach? i wouldn’t touch it. the rest of the bird’s fine, though. she peered at the sun, then the tall timbers on the edge of the hillock. she would give blueberry enough time to scarf what she could of the meal, but then she was headed straight to the thicket.