Terah Baker-Drake
Bio
Writer, dreamer, artist, catalyst. Intuitive healer/therapist. Teacher of yoga, martial arts, and joyful co-creation of our greatest reality.
Stories (2/0)
Mongwu
Cilceii sat crouched and shivering in the tall grass, trying to make herself as small as possible as the huge, white-faced raptor circled overhead. She prayed to the AllMother that it was not her time and the creature would soon lose interest and find easier prey. Grandmother would be worried and she would surely get a tanning from one of the Elders, who would be furious if she did not return soon.
By Terah Baker-Drake3 years ago in Futurism
The Mongwu
Cilceii sat crouched and shivering in the tall grass, trying to make herself as small as possible as the huge, white-faced raptor circled overhead. She prayed to the AllMother that it was not her time and the creature would soon lose interest and find easier prey. Grandmother would be worried and she would surely get a tanning from Elder Demsey, who would be furious if she did not return soon.
By Terah Baker-Drake3 years ago in Futurism
