midday
Wherever she looked , a white curtain hid the land . Would Gray Cloud die ? The thought made her heart feel as if a giant 's fist was squeezing it . Yesterday , at midday , her father had sent Gray Cloud on his vision quest , and in the most dangerous time of the year , the Moon of Ice , when the spirits harvested the living , leaving only the strongest to survive through to the spring . And just as night fell , the snow had begun . Would the spirits take Gray Cloud ? Tears burned her eyes and she felt dizzy .