Qeya River Clover leaves and dandelions

"a world traveller, yes. and the desert is as hot and far as you can see, ksura," silvertongue said of such a place, refusing to think of germanicus or his brats in this moment. she had no intentions of returning to the naaghai either, repulsed by the very notion. more interested in hearing the details of this experience, she kept her gaze from being touched by memory when she reopened eyes to watch ksura once more. "a stick that shoots pain. i can see why you went, though. so many sheep would be hard for anyone to resist."