Wild Berry Meadow Harmonies

She was a gladiator woman, who fought and won with blood in her mouth and the screaming roar of a crowd in her ears. She’d killed men and women alike, old and young, in combat for glory and for money.

And now she hunted horses for a pharaoh’s consort. How the night changes.

Some. They run through here often enough to leave a trail, but not often enough for grass to not be growing back. She answered the inquiry, sighing internally. This was her life now.