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

she understood; her hold on her father’s tongue was poor and it was only thanks to his his tutelage that she knew anything at all.

words pour from him and she cuts herself on the danger of him. he would keep her safe, yes, from everything but himself. he was not stupid, he had stolen her for a reason she dared not ask — not yet, when their trust was so tenuous. she was left wondering when his blows would wail down upon her again, and her time was spent thinking about what she would do when that time came. i want to learn.

is there a price, sun eater? she had offered up her mending and her loyalty, but she already understood an inkling of his transactional nature and she knew she had little else to give.