“And you speak mine,” he rejoins in mandarin. Closely she’s watched, renewed of the nomad’s interest. He had heard of great kingdoms in the south and has frequently met their people. They have a tendency to swarm together. They build grand things in gilt and worship their ancestors. “Is this your island?”
The lady poises like a mare about to bolt. He draws a slow step forward. He is large for his own people, and larger still for a southern woman who tends toward delicacy.
The dark does not tell them much of each other.
The lady poises like a mare about to bolt. He draws a slow step forward. He is large for his own people, and larger still for a southern woman who tends toward delicacy.
The dark does not tell them much of each other.