It was a shorter trip back to Vitalis’ mind as she was growing ever more familiar with its unique feel. It was quickly becoming as familiar as Mihrab’s or Soray’s, and that concerned her. Continue reading
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
While the shah knew how to entertain, he also knew how to get straight to business. The day after the celebration, the negotiations started. Continue reading
Shiraz was nothing like the dark gray Elista. Shiraz was beautiful tans, yellows, and white limestone. The city was filled with elegant designs, marble sculptures, and elaborate architecture. Cyra drank in the sight of her home while Soray happily chatted away to Vitalis about the city. Continue reading
Enough was enough. Cyra was done with being ignored by Ano and confused by Vitalis. She was going to get some answers one way or another.
Cyra laid down after she’d been relieved of her watch. She checked to make sure Mihrab was asleep. She gripped her necklace, whispering the incantation. Continue reading