'Come here'.
The thoughts whisper in my ear as I float towards the north right above the trees.
It feels like the trees are moving towards me as I slow down.
Grabbing the branch with my left, and bracing with my right, I hang on and jump down from branch to branch.
As soon as my feet land I continue walking.
"Is she dead"?
Heela comes from the shadow of the fading sun.
Her green eyes as dead as ever.
"What about Milk... have you killed him"?
She narrows her eyebrow.
"When did you figure it out"?
She is avoiding using her 'tongue' to talk today.
"On the wind rider, you didn't save us... he did".
"Have you hurt him"?
"He is a boy Heela... a boy".
"Did he even have a chance to grow up"?
"Do you keep him down below like some little pet... throw your darkness at him".
"I thought I had it bad".
I don't stop walking.
"Do you hold his mother over his head"?
