Karah sat on the slippery rocks at the shore, gazing at the gray horizon. The waters were choppy, roiling and surging with foam. They looked like her inner self. Her heart felt like the water, gray and turbulent, though she was calmer than she had been.
When Karah found herself deposited on the Worker village shore, she had lost herself. Both her circumstances and losing herself had terrified her. Karah had always had strong self-control. One had to learn control of their emotions as a rescued Maweel child, and Karah had studied well. But in the seven days since she had woken and known herself to be back in the Worker village, she had not been in control. Even now, her skin crawled with the desire to be anywhere but here. The initial panic had gripped her with a totality that still scare
