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Evening, the plain.
Holes had been blocked off, Whistler had set her snares in well-chosen places, and everyone was waiting for the word. **Be ready, all of you,** Lightstone cautioned. **All right, beloved ( Read more... ) -
Evening, the gully.
When Silent opened his eyes, it was darker, the waxing moons rising and crickets chirping; somewhere, a prairie owl called out. He lay there quietly for a while, secure in his mother's hold, listening with ears and mind. Then he yawned and stretched, sliding from Heartstorm's arms to have a drink at the little stream and wash his face, silent as ( Read more... ) -
Noon, the gully, on watch. (Attn: Whistler)
The tribe settled down again, either returning to sleep or just resting. Lightstone reached into his pack and pulled out one of his treasures, a small globe of ice quartz that was so clear, it could turn light into rainbows when properly facing the sun. He started rolling the globe between his palms, then slowly rocked it from hand to hand, ( Read more... ) -
Noon, the gully.
Lightstone was snapped out of his doze by his lifemate's mindtouch, gentle now. He had asked her to rouse him when the daystar was high, knowing she wouldn't sleep herself ( Read more... ) -
The plains, midmorning after the stampede
He'd offered to scout for the chie- for Alder, to find them a safe place to rest where they wouldn't be trampled by runaway hooves. But Moonfall wasn't sure how safe anywhere would be, out here where the horizon was so far and so strange. Ashes loped steadily along the great shagbeasts's backtrail, Moonfall peering to either side for signs of ( Read more... ) -
The plains, thirty-three days after leaving Deep Mountain.
There was something new on the wind. Something that stirred her senses ( Read more... )