Redsand Canyon sycamore

he was not divine.

if he favored her in some sort of...beastly way, his head would be had by her father, no? then she remembered that she had threatened the same of any soldiers of mereo who did anything unforgivable to nazli.

her heart settled somewhere in her throat.

will you tell me if anybody here bothers you? in...any way?

her voice dared to teeter into a tremble.

sister to sister.