“Five again,” Ainya said.
She shook her bone dice in her loosely closed fist and then studied them when she opened her hand, cupping the dice in both palms to make sure she didn’t drop them where they could be crushed beneath the horses’ hooves. The rattling noise plucked at Tarquin’s already frayed nerves, but the distraction was better than thinking about the dying shareblood they’d left back in the village. Or what the villagers told them had attacked her.
“Three and two or four and one.” Ainya let out a deep, thoughtful breath before she finally tucked the dice back into one of her belt pouches. “The number of transformation. I know it means something.” She looked at Tarquin with her night black eyes, obviously waiting for his reaction.
“Maybe it means you need new dice,” Gretta sai
