Chapter 12 – Improvisation
Kajora took a bite of chicken sandwich and gazed at the view. The city of Locus lay spread out below, bound on its far side by the rushing Chakros River. It was quite scenic, even in spite of the strong emotions the locale inspired in her. She and Calael had found a nice spot high up on the eastern ridge, just inside the forest. They now sat on a granite ledge that overlooked most of the valley.
“This is an excellent spot for a romantic meal,” Calael said, staring out wistfully at the horizon with unfocused eyes. “Shishira would have liked it.”
Kajora knew better than to respond. It was a sensitive topic, and she wasn't sure how to approach it without offending him. And offending the Gray Death was always a bad idea.
He turned to her. “You're an intellectual.
