She read the stars. She made the bones dance. She consulted those who ate fungus. She fasted for her own enlightenment.
But it was time. Rolling cockleburs out of her fur, she got to her feet in a swift move. Tail sleekly upright, she began gathering them. A low drum made itself more apparent as the day wore on. Countdown begins.
...5
4
3
2
1
Excitement disappates, giving way to a much more simple emotion: desire. The revelry commences
