Flash Fic: The Thunder
Simha's belly growled. She tried to ignore that. She focused on her walking. Simha counted each step through the golden grass. She exhaled in a steady pace. The ridge crunched under her feet. Simha knew this village had to be close. Simha could hear their thoughts in her mind. The dozen or so teeth piercing her dark skin kept her storm rumbling. The magic came through those teeth. She'd spent the better part of the last three winters purifying the fetishes. They took time. Oaths. Promises made to the spirits bound to them. In exchange, they let her open the Storm. Her mind. Her thoughts and dreams turned into thunder. On her chest, the infant stirred a bit. Simha soothed her baby son. In the hot sun, Simha wore him in a sling across her chest. Along with the fetishes piercing her skin, bits of a lion skin dragged behind her. The walk to the village went how she thought i...