The fishmarket was loud today.
But then the fishmarket was always loud – it was only Gal that was more hungover than usual.
Her head pounded as if she’d spent the night cavorting with the akua. Scratch that; with the lawehua. She couldn’t remember a headache this bad since a particularly wild night on the town – if Cerak could be called a town at all.
Groaning at the harsh glare of sunlight, the nazrani slunk back into the shadows of the tall buildings. It soothed her nerves, but not her disposition. Many an angry curse echoed behind her as she elbowed her way through the morning crowd, only one goal in mind.
Her pipe. She needed to get back to the Gabbiano Ubriat’, back to her room – surely a drunken wreck – and recover her precious pipe.
She’d kill a man for a drag of kālau leaves.
Djana Mahin
But then the fishmarket was always loud – it was only Gal that was more hungover than usual.
Her head pounded as if she’d spent the night cavorting with the akua. Scratch that; with the lawehua. She couldn’t remember a headache this bad since a particularly wild night on the town – if Cerak could be called a town at all.
Groaning at the harsh glare of sunlight, the nazrani slunk back into the shadows of the tall buildings. It soothed her nerves, but not her disposition. Many an angry curse echoed behind her as she elbowed her way through the morning crowd, only one goal in mind.
Her pipe. She needed to get back to the Gabbiano Ubriat’, back to her room – surely a drunken wreck – and recover her precious pipe.
She’d kill a man for a drag of kālau leaves.
Djana Mahin