Haera shielded her eyes against the bright sun and watched the City of Feathers recede. Beside her, Dathasha beamed like a child, head back, and arms extended. Likely she was pleased to be sailing away from the riotous clamor of the Kethan market.
“It scalds, doesn’t it,” Dathasha said.
Haera looked away from the beryl water. “What does?”
“The gods’ voices. Is Hestair among them?” To her luck, Dathasha’s enunciation was incorrect.
Mind carefully going blank, Haera resisted the urge to touch the Soulstones as they warmed inside her vest.
“Careful, Dathasha. We do not need their eyes on us.”
Written for The Prediction, Shepherdess is an ongoing epic fantasy flash fiction story featuring Haera, a warrior who put her bloody past behind her. When her old crew comes calling, she finds herself back where it all started. This week’s challenge words were bright, enunciation, and scald.
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