it was an honor to be a medicine woman or seer, did she really want this? she knew that it was not a choice for her to make. what grandmother was telling her was that she had been born to it.
as if grandmother could hear all soft breeze’s thoughts, grandmother patted soft breeze’s leg and brought her back to the work at hand.
“what was it that she said?” asked russ.
we had walked quite a few miles and were close to my parent’s house. a small snack would be appropriate before telling him the rest.
a handful of years later, the honor of being seer was gone. she was forbidden to wear 