She was tired.

Exhaustion was in her slim, limp body.
A sigh came from her lips, and her shoulders swayed a little.
"Sit down, Neekewa," she whispered, drawing the ropes of her hair about her as if she were cold.
Then she drew a slim hand over her eyes, and shivered.
"It is well, Neekewa," she spoke softly.

"I have gone through the clouds to where lives Oo-Mee, the Pigeon.

I found her crying in a trail.

I whispered to her and happiness came, and that happiness is going to live--for Neekewa and The Pigeon.