Continued from The Sand Flea (Part IX).
“Hey, something’s ahead!” Evoxe’s voice was sudden, and woke Ask from his doze. His head was somewhere soft, and the sun’s warmth felt nice on his skin. He looked upward, and saw Korenila’s face. He was resting his head against her chest, and she was leaning against the forward wall of the straw cart. Beside him, Horse had her nose under his hand.
Korenila opened her eyes. “What is it, Evoxe?”
“I think it’s-” he trailed off momentarily before he continued, “It’s a house. Nobody should be living this close to the Drop.” Read the rest of this entry »