Lone Star Mountain and he sang about what i’d become

She had seen others that had the misfortune of the facing lightning head on, a sign of poor favor with the High Elk. Was it because she was close by that they had been struck or had they displeased their god, was it a sign she needed to keep herself excluded?

Again she saw these flashes, bright white and jarring followed by a thundering crash of thunder. She held back a yelp as she looked up at the sky, the rain coming in waves. Was this her fault too? It was only then she saw his form, defiance in every action. The ivory curse gave a soft cuffing sound keep her eyes eyes on anywhere but his face, he would acknowledge him of he deemed it fit.