It was the Abbess herself who climbed aboard, her green eyes sharp as glass beneath her fitted hood. Caeradin affected an air of tranquility that fit him poorly, but it didn’t last. A long stare from the priestess returned the sullen look to his face.
“Disregard the child,” Haera said, ignoring Caeradin’s furious hiss.
The Twelve, emerging from the hold, took up postures of interest.
“You journey to the Temperian.” The Abbess held out a slim wooden box. “This will help.”
“You offer us your dregs?” Caeradin sneered.
Dathasha gasped. “I thought they were destroyed!”
“All but one.”
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 affect, dregs, and journey.
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