The young woman steps from the ranks of mourners and lays her hands on the bones of grandmother. Runes hitherto unseen glow on the bones at her touch, and there is a whirling in the wind as energy is drawn from the elder to the younger. Memories. Stories. Experience. It ages the young woman's soul. She is wiser for it. Thus the people survive.
Paddy Dobson
2nd September 2023