Hoshor Plains why you gotta despise it?

the spear she'd aimed fell short with a thrust. the boy's laughter flit warmly through the canyon walls.

not the reaction sobeille expected. she tucked this away with fake mirth, drawing instead upon something the boy had said about lodgebrothers and their kin.

his pride rang clear as sunlight, but it did not quite chase the shadows from the edges of sobeille's dark eyes. what does becomin' a man entail?