Thu, 1 February 2018
Even in that too-bright light of the morning, Abranyah always struggled to wake with it. She preferred to sleep as long as possible, but the sun would eventually prove to be an enemy—fuel for whatever device the barren was planning to kill you with today. This morning was of little difference, but the body rustling through her pack had become lazy, desperate, or both. In any case—far too loud.
Music in Tincture: Book 3, Chapter Six: Cullah – Please Bring Me Shelter (CC BY-SA 4.0) |