She came in with boots covered in sand and breath that smelled of iron.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUGA9ussJcq
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.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpWNU5Aku1e
I found a compass left under her stool.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIsISIFxaQx
It always points to the window.
