Path of Honor
“The world was drawn in shades of charcoal. Koduteel huddled within its walls, a beetling mass of snow-shrouded buildings. Clouds billowed on the horizon, and the wind keened through the streets. Reisil braced her hands against the stone parapet, staring up at the pewter sky.Today Saljane was coming home.Reisil’s right arm was sheathed from knuckles to throat in a supple leather gauntlet. Fire-hardened oak slats had been fitted into pockets on the underside of the leather sleeve, running in flat... spokes around her forearm and horizontally over her shoulder. The glove, forearm and shoulder had been reinforced with plates of boiled leather and showed both the scars of hard use and the polished sheen of recent care.Reisil ached to hold Saljane, to scratch her fingers through the goshawk’s crisp feathers and feel the caress of Saljane’s beak against her cheek. “Come on! Come home to me!” She called, startling herself when her voice echoed in the stony courtyard.~The wind blows strongly.MoreLess
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