Multiple Senses On Lokon

"The Sharing of Flesh."

"Beyond the stockade, plumy treetops, a glimpse of mud-brick buildings, a murmur of voices and mutter of footfalls, a drift of bitter woodsmoke, showed that a town of several thousand people sprawled between here and Lake Zelo." (p. 664)

Seen: stockade, trees, buildings;
heard: murmur, mutter;
smelled: smoke.

"Wind slid around Evalyth where she crouched on her gravsled; it was full of wet acrid odors, and felt cold though it was not, and chuckled at her back. Somewhere something screeched, every few minutes, and something else cawed reply." (p. 690)

I always notice the wind now but here it probably has no symbolic significance. However, it is felt, smelled and heard. Screeching and cawing are also heard. The Lokonese environment is fully realized. Just before the quoted passage, the single, large moon rises, the jungle is silver and black and a snow-cone floats unreal on the horizon. We want Evalyth to reach her destination but should appreciate her journey as well.