They had been told about St. Johns from a member who was a truck driver for Habitat of Washington. He had brought the carpet both times. The truck dri...ver had also recognized Willa as the daughter of the chief of the tribe. The Native People came in and stopped behind the Chief. The Chief had a baseball cap stating US MARINE CORP VETERAN. “We are looking for Willa.” The Chief told Curtis.“Yes Sir, I’ll find her for you.” Curtis ran off calling “Willa.”John went towards the 100 or more that stood. MERE DETAILS ASIDESuch stark featuresEnhanced by the angularityOf her form suggestShe is a he, but a manWith slender limbsAnd full breasts,Another androgynous modelSuggesting there is littleDifference, after all,Between the sexes,Pregnancy and babies(Mere details, after all) aside.ALTAR BOYOn her stomach, lying flat,Her hair short, wearing no makeup,Her buttocks sleek and compact,She looks a boy as muchAs she does a girl, suggestingThe appeal of the catamiteTo the Sodomites of old.Calvin. “He did something bad and was smart enough to flee.”“How do you know?”Minx squirmed. “It just makes sense. Why else would he be here?”“A shadowmancer,” Sophia said, worrying her lower lip. “I don’t like the sound of that.”“It’s not a well known branch of the esoteric. It’s something the naga gift to humans. It’s not like magecraft or the shamanistic arts. It cannot be studied but known. An inherent power, like the twinborn witches of the Tuathan. He does not need external totems or power. We must talk about joyful things.’ ‘I don’t have anything to talk about.’ ‘Tell me of your future. Tell me of your life there.’ Regan smiled. ‘Alright.’ For the next hour and a half she talked about her life in Portland, teaching, and her family. She had to clarify what things were every now and then, and Cien listened, trying desperately to memorize the sound of her voice. She told him of her dream of coming to Scotland, and how she had finally made it and how she came to be in his time. .