Charlotte Boyett-Compo- WIND VERSE- Hunger's Harmattan - Plot & Excerpts
She was walking beside her lover, following a trail he knew by heart. He had dressed her once again in the black blouse and short skirt that he seemed to like so well while he was clad in the breechclout that fit his powerful physique to perfection. While he had fashioned boots for her, he was barefoot. “Will Tariq know we are coming?” she asked. Her right hand was in Ailyn’s as they walked. His right hand carried the spear that was never far from reach. “Aye, he will.” Ailyn had been quiet since they left the stream. He’d stopped only long enough to gather several pieces of fruit for their evening meal and even then he’d seemed preoccupied. “Are you angry at me?” she asked. He stopped and looked down at her. His face was hidden in shadow, the moon behind him, but she could see a faint reddish glow in his eyes. “No, ionúin. Why would I be angry at you?” “For wanting you to go back to Riezell with me. For me wanting to continue my job with the Guardians,” she answered.
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