Moonspear inca mummy girl

Tehama seemed concerned about making sure Sialuk did not feel bad about her spill, but that was the least of the girl's concerns. She felt like she could always recover from a physical injury. It was the social and emotional aspects of the fall that had been far harder on her. She felt bad about the way she had treated her aunt, but of course Tehama could not have known any of this. Perhaps she had seen the shame in her eyes and chalked it up to being ashamed about falling. Sialuk did not correct her, of course. Doing so would have been disrespectful, and besides, Tehama was only trying to help.

They came to the brook, and Sialuk observed her patient dip herself into the water, grinning at Te's exclamation that the water was cold. It was true that summer water was more pleasant, but cold water would work just as well. That should be good! she said, raising her voice slightly so it could be heard over the gurgling sounds of the water on rocks.

The mugwort is just up this way. She began to pluck her way up a narrow path, eyes searching for the one patch she knew to be there. The flowers were long gone, but the leaves were the part they wanted anyhow. Sialuk ripped off a stem, then shredded the leaves off and began to chew them into roughly the consistency of canned spinach. The taste was bitter, but she did not mind. Once she had enough, she squished it into her cheek and gave Tehama further instructions.

Might sting a little, she said before scooping a good dollop of the herbs from her cheek to her tongue and sticking them squarely on the wound.