Chapter Twenty-Seven
AT THE SACRED SHORES
With the tops of the long dunes in view, Hnarse Stargazer stood close by Neetha’s side and allowed the sight of the sacred shore to fill its eyes. The herd raised their noses and droned to the winds to announce their arrival, then lowered their heads and sounded a soft thrum of thankfulness to the Heart. They had arrived in good time. Now Grassmovers would watch for the Circle of Winds, waiting for the time when it would reach down to sniff the sand and bring about the engenderment.
“Do you ever wonder how it happens?” Neetha asked. “How the touch of the wind makes the circles combine? How it forms the New Purpose?”
“The touch of the wind does not form the New Purpose,” Hnarse replied. “The Circle of Winds merely sniffs the New Purpose out, lik
