The town that the Al a Nari lived in was nothing short of beautiful. Small houses made of brick and, each with a large front window, looked out on a paved street lined with metal lampposts. Desa could see that every one of those lamps had an electric bulb. When Rojan caught her looking, he said, “What do you think the windmills are for?”
Al a NariIt was a short ride to the town square, where perhaps a dozen fruit and flower carts surrounded a fountain that was shaped like a hooded woman pouring water into the basin. Desa recognized her as well; she had seen depictions of Mercy in the Tharan Vadria. These people truly revered her.
Tharan Vadria.From what she could tell, the Al a Nari were a happy bunch. Most wore colourful clothing – pants and loose-fitting shirts – and at first glance, y
