(Read Zshurii’s Song, Snippet 3)
Their father had survived, if shaken and worse for wear. Though many other sea-folk had fled Danuh, their household had clung to hope that peaceable days would return. But in the meantime, the violence against their folk had opened their eyes to the capacity of human souls for wickedness.
By the time the pale pink horizon blossomed into full dawn-break, Zshurii and Cactus were fully dressed and laden. Together they made their way to the center of their seven’s camp, now tidy except for patches of flattened grass. All across this pocket in the hills, she saw in the dim light, the other sevens in their company likewise reported for duty.