D. V. Morse – Let the Solstice Come

Description

Eithne released her bipedal form as soon as she reached the center of the field of sprouting emmer, dispersing her mass through the soil. It should have been a relief to do so. She should have been soaking in her home element, savoring the smell and taste of it, drifting off for a much-needed rest as the ground cooled for the winter.

None of those things were the case.