Greatwater Lake herringbone

A grouch. Shar-Kali smiled ruefully at that. Subordinates had called her that many a time - and worse. In exchange, she had kept them alive through impossible winters and food shortages that would have killed them several times over. If anyone had earned the privilege of being grouchy, it was her. "Perhaps they've had their fun in life," she mused, squinting at his face as her daughter so often did at her borders. His tongue was blue, too. "Hello, Luke. I'm Shar-Kali. Where does this blue come from, exactly?" In all her long life, Shar-Kali had never seen anything like it.

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