Her hand was shaking, the quill felt alien in her hand. Something wasn’t right. She didn’t have any idea what was happening to her. Raquel’s surroundings were beginning to swirl into a dream-like haze, and she was falling. It was like she wasn’t a part of her body anymore it seemed as if she was just floating above watching herself fall to the floor and sink into unconsciousness……
She awoke later in a white room fastened to a stiff wooden chair; her hands and upper body bound with a stiff rope. She was trembling, and all her muscles felt strained and stiff. What was going on she thought? Everything was still foggy and her brain wasn’t focusing well. Before she could panic or even think about doing so, the metal door swung open to reveal Rueben.
“Oh,” she sighed. “Thank the gods you’re here. I was so scared!"
"And rightly so," said Rueben, his voice deep and firm. "You violated the most sacred law of our world. You had to be bound lest you harm yourself in your passing madness."
"I know I shouldn't have," she sobbed. "But I need you, Rueben. Everything about you fills me with longing. Your tender heart, your rough exterior, your..."
"Stop!" he said, rearing up on his hind legs and looking her in the eye. "That cannot be. Mortals may never walk the same path with the Porcupine Shamans of Givlush. Now let me find some antiseptic and I'll get that quill out of your hand."
Opening: MaKayla Rutt.....Continuation: John