Hidden in the trees the medicine woman rubbed the sacred herbs deep into the moist folds of her sex. Letting the voices whisper to her on the jungle breeze. In the forest, she was all but invisible, even the insects paid her no mind, crawling over her naked body as she took congress with the spirits.<br/><br/>"The Blind lead fools. The holy man thinks he is great, Hmmmmmm, but his god holds no power in this forest. His arrogance will only bring his ruin. His woman, Mhhhhhhhh, has chosen a husband poorly and will share his fate. The Valley man leading them, Hrrmph, He is a simpleton shaming his ancestors! The child, Mhhhmmmm, she is still young, she may still yet learn." The spirits voices fill the medicine woman's body. Building inside her in a silent orgasm. Rolling off her sweaty body like the rain on a leaf.<br/><br/>Satisfied, the medicine woman slinks away back into the forest. If this Holy man wishes to meat the people of the Hills. She would lead them there.