The Lunar Legacy
Mara’s voice was bright and teasing, her hands on her hips, her brown eyes glinting with joy, the sunlight illuminating her face, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared joy.
“Look at this spread, Jas!” Mara called, her laughter sharp and infectious, her brown eyes sparkling, the bead cord on her wrist catching the sunlight, the warmth of the clearing wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat, the village a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “We kill a god, and they throw us a feast—I’m not complaining!” She grabbed a piece of honey-glazed venison from a platter, the meat tender and dripping with sweetness, her fingers glistening as she took a bite, the fire
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