Rosewater Oasis up in smoke

the brightness of his fire is a contrast the dull golden hues of her own. glassy, devoid of life.

i.. i don't know. they weren't with the ones fleeing. her eyes water again, thinking of the young royals. would they get to spread their wings? i wasn't able to reach them.

her half-siblings, too. did they survive? where was taliba now? she never got to tell her of their sisterhood. the woman could crumple in to herself.