She came in with boots covered in sand and breath that smelled of iron.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgp3tw9RO7o
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrE2KroRig7
I found a compass left under her stool.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHSeoDMvHjJ
It always points to the window.
