Lion Head Mesa Krýo

when arsenio spoke, it was to tell a different story.

not a village but a mountain. not warm water but deep ocean. tamar's expression tightened to hear of how he had been thrown into it to die.

she wanted to ask why, but there was no answer for that.

she felt that he did not lie or shield in this moment. tamar slid down along the wall to sit beside him, their shoulders not quite touching. "my father sold me to traders for a piece of the sea." her pale gaze was filled with understanding.