Sometimes, Shkai'ra can feel the wind on her face, and imagine riding her colt across the grasslands at full speed, can believe she never tangled her life in not one, but two, witches' machinations. In those moments, Granfor is right there, all the vivid details of being in the ofzarz class, potential heir.
Then the sheer wetness of the air, the tang of the salt hits, and Shkai'ra gazes to the far west, seeking that which she will never see again. She is an exile, on pain of death. She draws breath, she lives, she wins… but home is gone.
Fifth Millennium (Stirling & Meier & Wehrstein), Shkai'ra, Drabble
Fifth Millennium, Shkai'ra, Drabble
Sometimes, Shkai'ra can feel the wind on her face, and imagine riding her colt across the grasslands at full speed, can believe she never tangled her life in not one, but two, witches' machinations. In those moments, Granfor is right there, all the vivid details of being in the ofzarz class, potential heir.
Then the sheer wetness of the air, the tang of the salt hits, and Shkai'ra gazes to the far west, seeking that which she will never see again. She is an exile, on pain of death. She draws breath, she lives, she wins… but home is gone.
SVSS, Shang Qinghua centric