Jourd'Selene, 29th Decima
It was her last night. She'd spent the day wandering the streets, stopping in at familiar places from her childhood, seeing old faces again. Some welcomed her presence, others seemed indifferent, even bitter, and some did not even remember her childself and were just happy to have such a hero of the army gracing their city.
Each encounter left Anala nervous for the next. By the end of the day, she didn't want to go through any more.
One she'd been avoiding all day. Avoidin' fer longer than that, reckon. Since....
Her thoughts cut off as she stepped into the bakery.
It was exactly as she remembered it. Demosthenes Baker, in the back, creating the goods for sale; Sappho behind the counter, taking people's orders; Isidora, waiting on tables -- but her hair was a
