Qeya River blood skull

some were old, some were from nothing other than disobedience. perhaps her history had become her present. there was something softer in her gaze now, through the tired haze of pain.

you are not the first raider i know, she told him in a voice that might suggest secrecy. but what did it matter? who cared of grim pasts if it was their futures now? not the first challenger, either.

i come from harsh places.

disgust welling up in her gut. frustration at herself, at this life.