Falls of the Hinterlands sontaim

her face warmed slightly. "well — you've earned it." being consistent and all, despite the fact that heda was still worried that one day she would wake up alone on their island.
maybe a little part of her spirit made provisions for such a time, if it ever came.
"do you know any stories about the moon?" bartholomew often had things to say in tale fashion, lessons to which she was not immune. now she looked for another.