Hiraya
My eyes became narrow slits when I heard the taunt from a girl who was a year older than me but definitely looked more mature because she was taller than me, almost as tall as Bughaw. She had beautiful almond eyes and flowing black hair. She looked like a glorious fairy with the flower crown on top of her head like I looked like a wet duckling with my wet limp hair.
She had a couple of girls her age standing at her back who were snickering at me. It was Limay, the frustrated haliya, and her mean-nions.
Limay was the daughter of an ordinary warrior but he aspired his daughter to be a haliya so he could be a tribe leader. Limay’s mother had a dream that she was covered with rainbow light and she was touched by the goddess when she was pregnant with her but became disappointed whe
