"Don't lie!" The words tore her throat ragged. "Don't you lie to me!" Her arm ached all the way through her shoulder as she continued to strain desperately against K'ile's grip. She could see them - all fiery read hair and tanned skin, bruised from battle but grinning, relieved. She could see them; they crested a far dune, tiny shapes rocking with heavy steps on the horizon. They were coming, and she had to meet them, to welcome them home and clean their dirty faces and care for their hurts and help them rebuild their lives.
"Don't lie," K'piru sobbed and doubled over herself and K'ile's arm. "They're here. He's... he's coming." The words tumbled from her mouth in broken splinters of sound.
"Don't lie," K'piru sobbed and doubled over herself and K'ile's arm. "They're here. He's... he's coming." The words tumbled from her mouth in broken splinters of sound.
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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."
Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii)Â - Â Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki
