(Read Zshurii’s Song, Snippet 14)
Zshurii felt vaguely ashamed for crying, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She sank to the ground and squeezed her eyes shut. Her sense of time and place eluded her.
Then she felt a gentle hand rest upon her shoulder and lifted her bleary gaze to find a thick white beard, which led to a prominent nose and wise, sharp eyes. Up close, the Prophet-King reminded her of an eagle.