( She seems, all at once, to wish to say something more —
But the serpent snaps and hisses once more, and she coos to tame it, rushing a hand over its large head, and bowing once, before retreating hastily in the crowd like a dissolving mirage.
Her sisters — perhaps, her keepers — wait for her, receiving her with fond impatience, where some villagers spit in her wake, and others prostrate themselves.
In the basket, Beitang Moran may find a seemingly interminable supply of hard bread, individually wrapped in cloth, and other meagre supplies — along with several brittle sheaths of shed snake skin. )
no subject
But the serpent snaps and hisses once more, and she coos to tame it, rushing a hand over its large head, and bowing once, before retreating hastily in the crowd like a dissolving mirage.
Her sisters — perhaps, her keepers — wait for her, receiving her with fond impatience, where some villagers spit in her wake, and others prostrate themselves.
In the basket, Beitang Moran may find a seemingly interminable supply of hard bread, individually wrapped in cloth, and other meagre supplies — along with several brittle sheaths of shed snake skin. )