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Kamira yawned as they made their way north, ignoring Veelk’s amused glances. They hadn’t left at dawn, as she had planned to, and even at noon it seemed too early to get out of bed, but with Yoreus still alive, she didn’t want to dawdle.
They had long left the bustling Kaighal streets and its busy outskirts behind, and the paved path led them across the fields and pastures toward the line of trees. As she looked past the woods, her thoughts turned toward home. Further to the north, two weeks of travel, lay Tivarashan. She didn’t miss it much, especially not after her last visit, but the sight of woods always made her wonder how things were back with her family. Save for an occasional letter, she rarely heard from them, which suggested her father still couldn’t forgive her the scandal s
