He was very loyal to her,
because of the way she dealt with him, being consistently sensitive and
gentle, but firm. Moreover, he had to be free to defend himself or flee
for his life, if necessary. Left to himself temporarily like this, the
most he might do would be to graze at successively farther locations,
which was only natural.
Then she climbed the slope, and began picking out more of the
right-size stones. These she dislodged, to send tumbling down near the
body, one by one, where they landed and lay scattered, providing plenty
of new material for the unfinished cairn.
Then, with the unintentional dislodging of an especially large boulder,
she watched aghast as it rolled with a monumental grinding, banging,
and crunching down the slope and quickly picked up speed and momentum.
As she watched it whacking and pounding it's way downhill like a
runaway battering ram, suddenly the entire slope below her gave way
with a huge roar, sending up the billowing wave of an immense rising
dust cloud as the slope below her began to disintegrate and collapse in
a great tilting-over cascade of grinding and smashing rock.
Helpless to stop what she had unleashed, Si'Wren watched in fear and
dismay as her horse neighed in terror and reared and galloped away.
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