January 2024

Afanen’s entry line stretches past Alkara’s much shorter one back through the silent sentries of the forest. She shifts her weight from one hip to the other. Her rib reminds her of the now passing annoyance of its healing. Three weeks of waiting had pestered Alkara into speeding up the process. Uncle Iro may disapprove, […]

The chill outside licks at Alkara’s skin. She kneels to meditate. A shiver crawls across her flesh. What if she can’t hear Urdima? When she really needs to? She bites her lip and tries to push the thought away. Urdan life and features surround her. Alkara pushes her hands through the dirt. Rough scents, disturbed