Chapter 7 Taytra
Taytra moved through their little tent city, torch in hand. Her night was quiet, no meetings to be had, no jobs to be done, but she wanted to avoid the quiet of her mind. She observed families settling in for the night. Bodies spilled out of the tents, grateful to finally have a bit of cover against the chill of the fall air. One father sat outside, leaning against the tent pole, guarding his family. His head bowed forward onto his knees in sleep, his hand resting on the arm of a small child reaching out of the tent to him. He is going to be stiff all day tomorrow, Taytra thought sympathetically. It was a pose she saw many take, always close to their families but on edge, leaving space for those inside to rest.
He is going to be stiff all day tomorrow,She made her way ov
