Our convoy is sluggish to start today. Even the sun—spinning her shiniest, most golden rays through the vale—can’t seduce us this morning.
With little sister calmed down, we take up our usual position—Karma in front, me following, and Dendup closing our line. Giving the grieving family some respite, Dendup swings little sister in the front of his saddle, which creates a big giggle through her tears. While whistling along with the chorus of the birds, he gives her the reins of his horse for the day. Needless to say, it puts a smile on the face of both of them.
The sun on our side, we ride into the green open valley towards Derge, but my thoughts are stalled on the merciless mountain and the little brother she claimed last night. With no body left, his steam of consciousness floats free
