Meadowlark Prairie i'm getting older

Um. . .

She glanced down to the remnants of the woman's ritual, then back up to the near-retreating form. And then around, toward where she'd come from. She couldn't just leave; it wouldn't be right.

I can't, sorry, Blueberry said, and began to back away. My sister— um. Sorry. Good luck, wherever you're going.

Curiosity just about won out, but her loyalty to Vesper was stronger, and so she left the scene an ivory blur, catapulting herself across the prairie in search of the known, far from the unknown. 

If only she knew just how much of the unknown she would encounter soon enough.