Slowly he related the things which he remembered. It wasn’t really difficult, for he had had these dreams over and over for many cycles now. Not every night but enough so that he felt sick when he talked of them. Even as the words left his mouth, he regretted their release; for perhaps that is where the birth of the inevitable truly lay. In the knowing.
A tempting aroma wafted its way to her nostrils then, awakening ignored hunger pangs that suddenly rumbled like thunder in her stomach. Noafa clutched her abdomen, slightly embarrassed by its cries; but Carraig jumped at the chance to urge the village in the direction of the meal he knew was waiting.