She came in with boots covered in sand and breath that smelled of iron.98Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg3nrCyQVNi
Said she had walked too far to turn back and didn’t know what forward meant anymore.
I offered her something drawn from the root cellar. Infused with saltglass and dried windfruit. Tastes like horizon, helps with choosing.
She stared into her cup as if it were a map.
When she left, the air in the tavern carried the scent of far deserts for hours.98Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ98DQNWV9CD
I found a compass left under her stool.98Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMK6Fc1rdTs
It always points to the window.
