LOGINKaloni should be letting her rest after a fall like that. Frankly, Tazi shouldn’t have let her out.And yet, she’s here, in a seafoam green gown like she’s trying to match that green stain. My mark aches in sympathy.On her left, at the head of the table, Kaloni eats without hesitation. “The conscri
“Yes. I spent the Festival of First Wind with you.”“I know that.” She waves my explanation aside frustratedly, and I realize she’s not dressed for dinner yet. “Ingrid sent me.”And my stomach drops again, fear and relief commingling in dizzying portions. “Why?”Joli looks around. “I…I don’t know if
AmvalI stay at the racetrack until every single joust—each of them less and less well-attended after Ingrid and Kaloni leave—are done. Mostly, I stare blindly at the dirt, replaying the moment of Ingrid’s impact in my mind.Everyone in the crowd knew that was a hard fall. She clearly didn’t know ho
The hug she gave me when I told her she never had to ask made me feel a little like an actual big sister.So I’ve earned at least this much. I let my eyes flutter shut as she reads.***Someone is shaking me. I lurch up, and my head screams—but slightly quieter than before. Joli pulls her hand back,
Tazi’s eyes go distant with a mind-link. Bengu only mentioned Recai once, to say that he told her the rumor about another kingdom being behind the accidents, but soldiers and maids don’t talk very often. Hopefully, my semi-educated guess is enough.Tazi smiles faintly, and her eyes clear. “She is te
IngridBeri thunders underneath me, a machine of muscle and sinew I don’t know like my own. The lance droops, ridiculously heavy. The crowd roars like a distant ocean. I can barely see Kaloni through the sun behind her, but the basics should be the same. Present a small target, aim for where they’re







