Mother River
"Where is he, where is he?"
Mara's constantly repeated question irritated Prithvi. They were meant to cover all the men of the People, not just each their own beloved. But Prithvi held her tongue. She knew the real source of her foul mood was the long day of being heavily pregnant under a hot sun, up on the mud brick wall where the dusty wind could easily find her and scour her sweaty skin with grit. The last hour with the setting sun in their eyes had been particularly tortuous. But she also knew that while the murmuring was a distraction to her, it slowed Mara down not at all. She fired arrow after arrow with scarcely a pause between, and she very rarely missed.
"I see him," Prithvi said, and turned to fire her next arrow to their left, well outside of the area they were
