“Yet they bloom, even when the sky forgets to promise spring,” Monifa murmured, twirling a valerian stem between her muscular fingers. “Just like a midwife who stirs the air with blood, not lullabies. A strange sight—one who should call life into the world instead of conjuring storms.”
Her eyes...
Monifa smiled, slow and small, the kind that started in the eyes and took its time reaching the mouth. She watched Aurelie’s reverent hands hover over the clay jar as though it were sacred, and for a heartbeat, Monifa allowed herself the warmth of being understood.
“Dusk,” she said simply, her...
The dawn light filtered through woven awnings and sandstone arches, painting warm gold over the outer districts of Lazular. Grain carts rumbled past stone courtyards, the scent of dates and dust already thick in the air. Beneath the low call of morning traders, a single sharp cry cut through: a...
The door creaked open, letting in the damp morning air. Monifa Oya stepped inside, rainwater glistening on the tight coils of her braids. She paused just beyond the threshold, her broad shoulders blocking the grey light for a moment before she closed the door behind her with a quiet click...
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