Larksong Grotto the bazaar of bad dreams

hiram.

vuk was not prepared for the way her heart was sliced in two pieces by the appearance of his face, nor how it tormented her to watch the man refuse to look her in the eye. she imagined she could catch the scent of jhala on his coat, and her gorge rose with a grief-stricked nausea. "s-seff is g-gone," came her hoarse voice, clipped with her desire to say no more on the subject.

he was gone, lost while hiram chased phantoms and came home to betray her.

vuk did not lift her eyes to hiram, but turned them upon first one girl, and then the other that emerged behind their father. the piping words were hurtful; vuk bit the inside of her jaw but smiled all the same. "it's b-been a l-long w-week," the woman murmured. "m-my n-name is vuk."

what are yours? her gaze silently inquired.