(no subject)
Jah-lila is not one for the places of men, at all. Not after a childhood in their captivity, in a society that apparently lacked both cattle and the movable horse-collar but still had need of large beasts of burden. She has avoided the Bar so far, save at greatest need.
But she is a dreamer, and a healer, and she can catch the smell of a tide making ready to turn as surely as any; and so in search of that she steels herself, pushes the back door open with her nose, and ever so carefully picks her way into the Bar.
But she is a dreamer, and a healer, and she can catch the smell of a tide making ready to turn as surely as any; and so in search of that she steels herself, pushes the back door open with her nose, and ever so carefully picks her way into the Bar.