Re: Episode 8-2: Brought to a Head
Silent and stern-faced as he was, the colour in the shaman's cheeks and the tension in his body showed his quiet fury rising like a heat-shimmer lifts from the ground.
"Iron ghosts," he addressed the same, striding towards the one not distracted by bullets "If you had made your howlings and rattled your sabres only there was place by the fire for you. But you would disrespect a dead shamán? Seek to frighten those I am migrating with?"
Sky Dog struck the nose of the ghost-steed as it tried to bite, not looking at it, attention on the rider's chest. Privately, he opened his soul to the blue-black god, felt the Laughing One's attention slide to focus on him like steel over flesh. These have frightened my sister, ancestor-nephew. Let us teach them good conduct. Korpi glided overhead. Sky Dog felt the power come, gripped it, laughed.
"Ha! Perhaps I should not speak to you, Small One. Ha! Ha! You would answer in farting, maybe?" The last word trailed into a snarl. Grabbing the rein of the horse now urgently trying to rear away, Sky Dog struck out at the spirit with his riding-pole.