Mikayla and the Dogmen
Mikayla stood draped in darkness at the edge of the jungle; the canopy blunting the rays of the sun some 40 feet above her. Sloping gently from where she stood, a verdant savanna lit brilliantly by the sun, rolled to a stop a mile or two before her, forming the banks of the Yamani River. She was surprised to feel tears welling up in her eyes; she was not an overtly emotional person. However, to finally be here, to see the river revealed so beautifully in front of her in a panoramic view that seemed to extend forever, surpassed everything she had imagined or expected. She felt overwhelmed. She could smell the cool moisture of the water radiating up to her. Was that even possible, to smell a river, perhaps even feel and taste it …