Ignoring the churning of her stomach – the Ether was out of sorts, somehow – Desa dropped from her horse and landed in a crouch. She straightened, reached up and pulled the brim of her hat down low over her eyes.
Grass and road alike had faded to a dark, somber gray, both so muted that she could hardly tell one from the other. The sky overhead was normal, but the landscape had died. Or worse. She wasn"t sure that she had a word for this.
Desa paced a short ways up the road, then knelt and grabbed a tuft of grass that had sprouted from the dirt. The stuff was dry and rough as if something had sucked the life out of it. “By the eyes of Vengeance...”
She turned back to the others.
Her three companions stood side by side between the horses, all watching her with fearful expressions, hoping
