Chapter 13
The day had arrived. The Festival of Sinquinta would begin in a few short hours. I had spent the last three days after the morrim’s feast in my room rereading the Book of Kammbi and finishing a new themily.
Now I had to pack up my stuff, and it hit me that when I left this room, I would never come back to it. I had gotten used to the big window, the comfortable bed, and the three meals served to me by Second Esperah Carranza. It would all be missed.
I heard a knock at my door before I could continue to reminisce about my time here at the kahall.
“Ready to go,” Maisa said as I opened the door.
She was wearing an orange blouse with dark blue pants. Her hair was placed in a ponytail and accentuated the roundness of her face. She was striking.
“Ready.”
“From this point, Di
