LYSSARA
Nobody wrote songs about this kind of courage. It didn't look like courage. It looked like a woman at a tree line she didn't recognize, eleven days of walking in her legs, a document she didn't know what to do with, and absolutely nowhere else to go.
From the outside it looked like desperation. From the inside it felt like the only move left and she had learned by now that the only move left and courage were usually the same thing. They just felt different depending on which side of the decision you were standing on.
Zykran left me at the boundary the way he left everywhere, no sentiment, no one last thing.
The Alpha of Ashfen did not know I was coming, he said. He did not know why Nythera had sent me specifically. That gap between what I knew and what he knew was not a comfort
