Intentions

A movement distracted Ch’Truta’s focus from the butterflies. He noticed the woman approaching, appearing fresh and clean. Her hair was still damp from the river.

He knew her popularity among a few of the troops. Ch’Truta’s original task given by Sister Locust was to walk among the troops, to discover any discontent. Any discussion of mutiny. His loyalty demanded of Ch’Truta to continue this mission.

He had overheard the comments concerning this one. The comments and discontent always came from others. Never from Silina. Still, Ch’Truta wondered. Sometimes, more was said by not saying anything. For example, Silina hadn’t squelched the talk. Where did she place her spirit and her service.

A slight breeze swept through this section of the town, bringing temporary relief from the heat. Certainly, her quick plunge into the river had brought added relief. Relief that many desired to seek.

Ch’Truta needed to know for certainty. Either Silina was with Islana Sister Locust, he reminded himself, or she would be against her.

He stood as she neared. He verified that they were alone. When he spoke, it was calm and quiet, so they be not overheard. “Silina of the the Aroka,” he said with a nod. “There are sayings amongst those of the camp. Where lies your heart?”

He had seen where the spirits had led him. By faith, Ch’Truta knew Islana was the true leader. The one to lead.