Kennalyn sighed dramatically and leaned back on her chaise, blue-lined eyes flicking from Haera’s stony expression to the confused face of Dathasha. “You could have at least brought the blond one, sweetheart. Been a while since I’ve tasted a Northerner.”
“Caeradin?” Dathasha asked, brows lifting. “But he’s—”
“Not why we’re here, Ken.” Haera, holding tight to Moses, gestured at a heavily painted wardrobe against the far wall. “The Soulstones, still have them?”
“All eighteen.” Kennalyn grimaced. “Finally taking them off my hands? Don’t procrastinate then; damn things have been whispering every night.” Her eyes sharpened. “It’s happening, then?”
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 eighteen, procrastinate, sweetheart.
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