recovery

Grief was nothing new for Kaira. Despair was something fleeting, something to be felt and then let it seep away into nothingness. It made a person cold, detached, and unwanted. Why not me? For Death placed each hand at the shoulders of her mother and father when she was only a young girl...

It had been more than embarrassing. To not only be taken from the battle in a wagon for the wounded but to take this long with her own recovery was compounded failure in her own eyes. For all her strength and prowess the skirmish had humbled Arbok thoroughly. So today she was advised to meet...

Across the rugged and rocky badlands, north of the Baal-Duru River, they walked. Their reward awaited them in Annuakat. "I'm actually new at this myself," said Ashara Yonnel admitted, demurely rubbing the back of her neck as they went. Maxi just smiled. Looked back to her and said, "Ahhh...