It wasn't the first time she'd woken face-down over a saddle, Kajivar admitted to herself. Though it was a bit of a change not to be tied hand and foot. Booted feet under muddy brown robes walked at the gelding's head. Kaj struggled to remember who it might be.
Oh.
The orc.
The tavern.
Her people.
Pain shot through Kajivar's body at the memory. Though two years passed, the burning loss felt new and raw.
Two years exactly, with this sunrise.
This bright, bright sunrise. Kajivar gripped the pommel of her saddle with one hand while she fumbled in the saddle bag with the other. She was pretty sure there was at least one left.
"Such action is not advisable, warrior," the orc rumbled.
Kaj grabbed hunks of hair to move them out of the way so she could glare. "What would you know of it?"
If he was smiling she would have to kill him, hang-over or no. "At least as much as you know of me," he said quietly.
Oh.
The orc.
The tavern.
Her people.
Pain shot through Kajivar's body at the memory. Though two years passed, the burning loss felt new and raw.
Two years exactly, with this sunrise.
This bright, bright sunrise. Kajivar gripped the pommel of her saddle with one hand while she fumbled in the saddle bag with the other. She was pretty sure there was at least one left.
"Such action is not advisable, warrior," the orc rumbled.
Kaj grabbed hunks of hair to move them out of the way so she could glare. "What would you know of it?"
If he was smiling she would have to kill him, hang-over or no. "At least as much as you know of me," he said quietly.
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