Rayva pleaded, blindly clawing at her husband’s shirt front. She took a labored breath and was instantly seized by yet another fit of racking coughs.“Rayva, Don’t leave me!” begged Stal.“It’s time … forgive me. Too … painful.” she wheezed. “At least name them before you go. Let that be your gift...
said Earth.She was standing near the vegetable patch while Rain rattled off a long list of what he wanted her to grow.“Okay,” said Rain, “just make it corn, mushrooms and onions, then.”“Okay, start the showers, the ground’s ready.” said Earth, crouching down beside the little patch of their farml...