A Terror With Herbs

Terra feels as if her mind is slowly floating away from her body and every muscle in her body turns to butter. Beautiful colors pour down the ways in an unceasing waterfall and all she can do is stare at them in awe. Roses of every shape and size bloom from the rock floor around them and a happy sigh passes her lips as her unfocused gaze moves to the slate and cream wolf.

She begins to think of how soft the healer looks and, to the girl’s immense surprise, the wolf laughs. Huge, dilated eyes widen as the small healer turns to her and talks. A look of absolute awe and bewilderment rests on her features and her mouth rounds in an ‘o’ as the offer to pet her tail is given. Happily, Terra chirps, “Deal!”

As the woman begins to work, the world swims and the gap between awareness and slumber seems to stretch thin. Does she sleep? Maybe. But, more than anything, Terra isn’t aware of all the painful manipulation that the healer has to do.

It is wonderful.


"Terra Qilaq"