Hoshor Plains why you gotta despise it?

a boy approached, the harsh bite of bile still clinging to his lips.

sobeille leveled him with a stare absent of warmth. he was not sapphique, and he was distinctly male -- did all mainlanders approach future queens so openly?

but he asked her what she thought -- and as a child still, it softened the hard edges of her composure.

dey be big. sobeille answered, sweeping her attention back to the plains. 'ow come you puked?