Qeya River you don't want to breathe the light of the others

he says her name, then something she does not recognize. she wanted to know what it was he said. i have many questions, she ventures easy ones, though.

there is some tenderness within him after all. a thought crosses her mind, that there must have been some other motive behind his fists. he was violent and unpredictable, but he was also measured and respectable. questions. she started with: what should i call you?

he stated their intent to leave and she found no issue with it. the river held no sacred place in her heart. i come with, she asserted, as though it had never been up for debate in her mind.