Mushroom Spine

Her importance was obvious to everyone.

They guided her gently to the field, and set her beside the mosses and the aged lady with powers.

She spoke no words with her mouth. 

Gently rubbing her spine, her fingers acknowledged the hills and valleys until the valleys were no longer and the hills were more. 

The soft break of her skin that inched upwards into lace and silk topped caps.

Softly birthing the array of colors and shapes that would save them all.