THE REQUESTYi’ingo village, Ahe’ey
Gabriel seldom visited Yi’ingo land. At best, the warriors reacted to him with fear and distrust. At worst, hate and anger were present in every expression, every contracted muscle and every thought. The energy projected towards him was as toxic as Venus’ atmosphere. A young apprentice walked backwards as she saw him approach the stables where Sky was teaching the girl to saddle a horse. The warrior queen turned to face him. For a brief moment, her eyebrows went up before they sunk low, shading a piercing and distrustful gaze.
“Leave us,” Sky said to the girl, who ran swiftly away from the stables.
“Cousin.” He bowed his head.
She faced him coldly in silence. He took a step towards her, but she stopped him with her eyes. They rarely crossed paths with
