dreams

“Wake up, we here.” A rough three bangs on her door and Nathaira’s amber eyes snapped open. It was dark in her room, the only light coming from the tiny porthole in the wall that let a meager beam on sunlight in. She pulled back the thin, rough blanket a set a flurry of dust into air, swinging...

A fire glowing in the dark, huddled around it a few men with more stories and scars than any nobility ever saw. Their words hung heavy on the thick, humid air, exhanging tales of far off lands and distant conquests; from women to treasure, yet each held a certain hope in their mind of a fortune...