dream place; I could smell her on my things. The blanket, the curtains, the furs on the cold stone floor. Padding across the chamber toward the windows that displayed an endless forest, I breathed deep of the cool mist and noticed a sharp twinge when I did so.
When I looked down, I saw blood leaving my heart home.
“We cried, dear Raxthezana,” a soothing voice said.
Turning so as not to jostle my wound, I saw Them in my room. The supposed Goddesses of Shegoshel.
“We cried when we took her,” the other female said. “Though the infant’s pain ceased, yours had only begun.”
“Do you always cry when you take someone?” I said, remembering how close CeCe had come to being escorted to the Fields of Shegoshel.
“Every time,” the tall one said with solemnity.
“Will you take me from CeCe?” I said, danger edging my voice.
“Not even we would dare to try,” the smaller one said. “Go to her! She waits.”