The City of Feathers was as overwhelming as Haera remembered, a riotous clash of color, pungent smells, obstreperous birds and chromatic flora. Green and budding things dripped down every wall and tenaciously crawled across the ground. Trying twice to eat a merchant’s peacock, Moses was now firmly tucked beneath one arm.
Dathasha, vexed by the noise, had attached herself to Haera, hand on her back as she wove through the ardent crush of people. “Will this recede?” Dathasha gasped, her voice strained.
“No,” Haera said. “The Ketha pride themselves on eternal commerce. The night market’s even worse.”
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 peacock, recede, vex.
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