Naaghai Lowlands Slang

The pain is loyal, like a raven over the dead it stays tethered even when she wills it go. For long she believed she could get ahead by casting a distance between herself and those around her. But sitting beside Tuna beneath a sky with the first glimmer of night’s stars, she resolves to adjust her steps. The journey can be paced. She can get ahead by getting closer, and by trusting. She’d not known how much she craved to hear the fellahin’s acclaim.

“Thank you, Tuna,” she turns, taking the coyote girl’s brown eyes with a grateful look, “and for your patience in teaching me.”

What a wonder it is how many will care about you, if only you would care for them- and even more remarkable how many will care about you anyway. Her eyes again find the darkening valley.

“Think there must be prickly pear out here somewhere,” her mouth quirks.