Fire Opal Eyes

Cita clipped his compound bow into its sling and let it rest at his left side, then shifted his shoulders to make sure the strap was secure. The bow twisted awkwardly, so he adjusted it again.He looked up to see Bilal’s golden eyes watching him and flushed. He knelt to pick up his quiver and pack. His ankle howled in protest, but he ign

The straw-filled mattress was firm beneath Cita’s legs, and the wall was solid against his back while sunlight streamed through the unshuttered window. A small table bore a pitcher and basin, as well as a cloth folded to the side.Cita blinked and listened to a quarrelsome bird

A deep breath smoothed Cita’s face to bland innocence as he approached the weapons stall.The winged merchants attended shoppers again when Cita squeezed up to the table. He made a show of looking at the blades on display and then shaking his head in obvious disappointment. The

“Boy?” Blue flames drenched the giggle that escaped Cita’s lips, burning it away until the cackle was a howling, wordless scream.

Cita was not surprised when Rashida refused to let him attend dinner with Lord Blah. Instead, she tucked him into a soft bed, dosed him with three tinctures, and fed him bland porridge and tea. She inspected the wound on his forearm and ankle and smeared both with different pun