Hoshor Plains why you gotta despise it?

miette was about to regale the stranger with tales of the long night — some real and some slightly fabricated for theatrical effect — when a howl cut over the top of the ridge.

she peered down at the hunts-people below. matteo and others had been summoned. her jaw clapped shut, gaze flickering over the boy that for just a moment, had earned rare esteem by interesting her.

bye. miette answered, donning a mein of cool disinterest so he wouldn’t know she was slightly wounded by his attentiveness to adults over her.

she watched him pick his way down to the plains before she rose and trotted for her maman and tante.