This Textured Darkness – Page 7

This Textured Darkness, #55

Mirella had run the halls, feeling as though she owned everything in sight.

The Red Robes were watching the crowd. If she were caught using the secret passageway, no excuse would spare her.

“I must find my handkerchief. I lost it in the press of the crowd.” Mirella said.
“You’ve got a secret,” Bresca’s eyes narrowed.

‘I’ve witness the Spring Calling of Spirits. I’ve seen the Gibbor open the night sky and call the spirits down.”

“While you were tending garden, I was a man fighting in the foothills of High North.”

“Stop baiting Elymas or his liver will burst!” said the King.

Milo Janket, or Milo the Lantern as he was called in Marsh Wool, stood before the throne, trying not to soil his breeches.

Milo Janken, or Milo the Lantern as he was called in Marsh Wool, stood before the throne, trying not to soil his breeches.

He was being branded; the air smelled as it did when they marked the wild horses in the spring.