07 May 2020
The torches would be lit soon, the sun dipping low and spilling orange over the rocks overhead. A brief breeze from lower in the valley mixed dust and iron with the smell of warm spices from the complex behind them. He could hear the distant buzzing of a darner, interrupted by the soft scrape as Hirei scratched absentmindedly at some blemish left on his mask.
“Seemed like a bad idea to have a concussed kid help with something so important.”
He drew in a breath, waiting until he could no longer feel the grind of his teeth quite so hard before he let it out again.
“You’ll leave in the morning, then.”
- Part 1 of Traitor by Choice