Angry ancestors

Vaalea stood at the edge of a steep cliff, naked. She smiled as she felt the cold wind swirling around her warm skin. She listened to the tales of the wind, inhaling it deeply through her nostrils, her arms laying calmly at her both sides. It was dark, but she could see the silhouette of the cliffs at the opposing side of the river. The day before she had sat there with Mauri, a fellow Lossoth, and noticed the cliff upon which she stood now. It was a cliff she had seen many times in her dreams, tall and steep.