<strong> Sorcha Still the cooler queen</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/>“Sorcha good...dog, out.” She seemed to be starting to panic more than a little, she could not communicate with these barbarians these people that knew nothing of the land, why could grass eyes not just allow her home….he could come with her and do his magic there. She did wonder if her made had spoken too him perhaps he had…well why was she still in this stinking cage. Again she sniffed at the drink,<em>Will it make me see my mate again, so we can say farewell and make our peace? Will it make me see the monster.</em>She pointed to the wolf and then to the picture that she had tried to carve into the wood.<br/><br/><em>I see blood in the snow…</em>in time the pict knew he did not understand, thus she explained or at least tried to the marks on her body. Two it seemed were of her children, another seemed to be some sort of right of passage, and it was the largest. Some of the patterns were almost hypnotic as if one might fall into them one could only imagine that many had been performed on hallucinogens.<br/><br/>“Sorcha good…out, Sorcha no dirty.” The pict repeated it again<em> If you do not let me out I will get out grass eyes…please help. There is blood in the snow.</em><br/>