Smooth Pebble had arrived at her palace, rudely shoving the door aside, and calling, “Lady? The Clan Keeper and Matron need to see you now!” Piasa’s voice had hissed sibilantly within her: Take the Red Wing! As she hurried forward she clasped a cloak made of split feathers to her shoulders and glanced uneasily about the misty landscape. Dew sprinkled the grass where it stubbornly grew despite the pounding of thousands of feet, and slicked the mud where even the most hardy of grasses couldn’t withstand the traffic. Behind her, Fire Cat followed along, his muscular body still not recovered from the abuse of the square. Why him? The fact that she hadn’t plunged her long ceremonial knife into his body still chafed. Piasa, if it were anyone, anything, but you, his corpse would already be chopped up and the pieces sunk to the bottom of the river. You want him? You could put the pieces back together and have him! In answer, disembodied and eerie laughter wound between her souls. She shivered as Piasa’s shadow filtered through her.
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