Cyra hacked, swishing more water around her mouth. She spat it out, desperately trying to clear away the harsh burn left in her mouth. Cyra let her hair fall back into her face as she moved away from the foul smelling sick bowl.
Someone knocked at her door. Continue reading
Cyra’s head stayed down so no one could identify her. Her hair hid her face from view. She slunk against the wall, and she was dressed in dark simple clothing. Vitalis was nowhere around. Only a few people were in the halls. Continue reading
The next morning, Cyra proudly slid her bracelets on her wrists and clasped her arm band around her bicep. She didn’t intend on taking her new jewelry off if she could help it. Not even Mihrab had ever given her jewelry, for Ano to do it… it meant a lot to her. Continue reading