Lion Head Mesa [WP] sage

There was a stillness as all witnessed the final moments of the beast, the bloodletting by the boy priest, the seeming ascension of Makono.

Nazli as lost as the visitors among them, who had never witnessed such a thing. Whose only experience with the death knell came from the few birds or mice she had caught herself; a handful if that.

This was something else.

Makono stood with the blood at her feet, and for that moment Nazli did not recognize her.