Re: Chapter 5.3: Ghosts and Dreams ((Bear Butte))
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Breathe.
It takes a few moments, simply breathing, for calm to return to Rabbit's soul: the small shamen picks it up from the cool earth and the sharp cold of the air, drawn in deep. Carefully, one by one, Rabbit lets go of the surge of hope and worry, the guilt, the uncomforted ache for one safe place, the unreasoning desire to throw off even the blanket's touch. She sits with the mountain some moments, no longer being dragged, then looks up at the flicker of some bird across the sky.
Rabbit gets up and pads over to Wovoka, awaiting a pause in his conversation. Wolf Runner looks so much stronger without the guns.
[Language unknown: "ekutta, I u tedartome itee ticateart wheev Notingbut Areli ssfi," ]the youth interjects, then briefly shrugs the blanket back and holds it open on one side, the gesture showing the knife-belt worn more naturally, highlighting the female curve of hip to shoulder. [Language unknown: "Ouare iouverersare, om rima olpeec," ] she says, and bows with a slight smile before heading up towards the Iron Dragon camp.