Qeya River relajo

dandelion fluff blew in the gentle air beside warmsalt falls. it was where silvertongue had gathered herself for the day, she and one or more of the children. in times such as these, the woman wished she had other stories to tell, enchanting tales that did not come from a red palace or a pharaoh. but what she had was senet, and she eagerly set up a board of small colored stones for two players, humming as she pulled the memory of that sunlit day and that morose boy into her mind.