When her withered limbs were finally folded beneath her, K'deiki set her walking stick upon the ground to one side and folded her hands in her lap. Her lungs wheezed for breath for several moments before she quieted and straightened as much as her arthritic spine allowed. Milky eyes watched the vague glow of embers, and the wrinkles that drew winding canyons across her face deepened with a secret smile, as though she were holding in some kind of joke.
"The whispers on the wind speak of constant water a short time south. That is a very generous gift from our Warden," her voice came thin and raspy. "We must take care not to spoil it, but... She cannot shame us for taking some enjoyment from it, I think. The young ones least of all." Still that secret smile remained.
"The whispers on the wind speak of constant water a short time south. That is a very generous gift from our Warden," her voice came thin and raspy. "We must take care not to spoil it, but... She cannot shame us for taking some enjoyment from it, I think. The young ones least of all." Still that secret smile remained.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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