"She's my daughter, not yours!" In a conflict of action, her fingers locked in a white-knuckled grip about the leather straps as she pushed roughly at K'ile's chest. His shadowed form blurred until it merged with the rest of the tent, became nothing more than sun-tanned leather and sun-burned skin beneath her hands. Her heart clenched until she thought it might stop completely, the vice about her ribs threatening to shatter the thin bones. She'd known this would happen. She'd known, she'd known. She'd done nothing to stop it; K'ile Tia had not let her do anything to stop it. "She will come home to me!"
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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
