CLARA
Clara didn’t know how Tahlia did everything she did. Every time she was in her shop, Tahlia was busy making her ointment and tonics. If not for an order, then to put on display on the shelves she had put up. On top of that, she was tracking Wyvern and planning rescues, making sure to get there before the Drakesworn did.
She was sure she would never be able to do what Tahlia did. But, with her away at the castle, she had to do something. And that something, was making sure that people didn’t get killed. The fact that it made her a traitor was something that only made her stomach turn a little. Okay, a lot. She never thought she would be in this position in her life.
Before she had learned she was Casteless, she’d had dreams of taking her place in the world. She hadn’t had a dream
