Qeya River Clover leaves and dandelions

a laugh; "i know nothing of it, but i remember the basics. i can learn, i think," she said, her eyes traveling to the small white flowers and the tufts of dark green that interwove beyond the denmouth. "and i can teach." in the palace she had learned that ambition did not operate on hesitance. they needed hunters. silvertongue would ensure it. "northwest, i think. they just called it the rise." she considered ksura. "it is more open here in the taiga. i think — i think i am unaccustomed to the lack of shadows in this place."