Chapter 23 Violya
23 VIOLYA V studied the wearied faces. She contemplated her red palms for a moment before standing and walking away from the campfire. After hours of springtime drizzle the clear night was a refreshing change. No one followed. She heard Darrio sniff the air behind her. She had purposely walked into the wind, her scent blowing into his face. She knew he would not worry if he could hold her smell. She needed to be alone. They had waited, powerless, on the scree as the stone army passed. Then they’d pummelled any fallen, but still conscious, stone men to smithereens and burned their dead from the battle. Peqkian, Jute and Dromedar together. “Not yet, V,” Lizya had said, as V had insisted they follow the stonies. “You need to rest. We all need to rest.” V knew her friend, her Head War
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