Chapter 87
The emerging woman…will be strong-minded,
Strong-hearted, strong-souled, and strong-bodied…
Strength and beauty must go together.
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—Louisa May Alcott
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GITA
Gita pushed her knife in front of her, relying upon Xihuital to guide her through his arteries. Controlling a living sky canoe was little different than controlling the Kemet's camels. In a way, it felt more familiar than Mikhail's sky canoe with its two dead aurochs. Was that what had left him stranded? His sky canoe had died? She couldn't picture him acting as cruelly as the giants did. Somebody must have cut the two beasts out from underneath him during a battle.
The artery narrowed, but Xihuital sped up the supply of air to indicate this was where she needed to go. She dropped down to her belly to squeeze throu
