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boulders.
the slur in my voice
The blackness creeping at the edge of my vision draws
closer
Another ember waiting to burn the world down
distance
My heart thunders like the hooves of a horse
leverage
She relates the tale swiftly, helping me bind the
unconscious Tribesman as she does so. As I listen,
Im half in disbelief and half bursting with pride at her
sheer nerve.
laying flint to tinder
check the rope Ive tied to an
unobtrusive and half-hidden finger of rock, and then
swing down into the Jutts silently, going hand
below hand until Ive reached a rain-slicked rock ten feet
below. Laia hops down from my back with
a slight scrape that I hope the Tribesmen wont hear. I
tug on the rope to release it.
her face is blanched
As we get closer to the mountains and farther from the
Roost, the rain thins out, replaced by thick
mist.
I find a good spot: a clearing beneath a rock
overhang, bordered by old-growth pines, their pitted
trunks overgrown with moss. As I clear the rock
and twigs from the dry earth beneath the overhang, I
feel Laias hand on my shoulder
Only a lifetime of
veneration keeps me from grabbing desperately at his
robes.
I swore fealty