After the meeting of the well, Larei had not thought she'd see Eiel from Far Away again. He had retrieved her bucket, they had exchanged more playful quips, and then he had been on his way to the bathhouse to clean a month's worth of grim from his skin and perhaps pay in the flesh they had skirted around in conversation.

Larei would admit openly ( Read more... )

He'd gotten used to being bought and sold the past few years.

After all, when one was bound as a slave and bartered like an object instead of treated like a person, one learned how to shut down and just pretend that nothing was happening around them. They allowed the terrible things to happen, because it eventually had to end so long as they kept ( Read more... )