The sky is far too wide ( Read more... )

Sleep doesn't come easily, and I roll over again, wrapping myself in the blanket. The innkeeper is still moving about downstairs, heavy footsteps scuffing and thumping on the floor, metal and clay pots clicking and clinking together as she prepares the morning meal. There are still a few hours until dawn, and I should rest. My head is a ( Read more... )

Se's fingers danced through her sister's hair, tugging and twisting and weaving the bright green strands together. Reaching down to the small basket beside her, she selected a few beads and a tiny bell by feel, then threaded them onto the end of the braid and looped it around. She ran a hand over the half-finished design for a moment before ( Read more... )

Under a sky of stone, we make our beds ( Read more... )

She slept and dreamed as the world shook around her. The herbs she had been given had all been converted into the sleeping potions she'd been practicing, and her workspace upstairs dismantled to make room for Sheshafi and her mate. Food had been prepared and stored away, tents had been repaired, assembled, and re-packed, and all of her and ( Read more... )