Chapter Five
“No one knows exactly when the Archigos’ goddess, Verna, started to mark her empresses, or why. Some believe it is to prove which babe is the most bloodthirsty at birth, thus will be the best leader for a barbaric society.”
—Customs of Exotics; Lorn VacLell
As the sun started to rise the dim smells of roasting meat wafted into Rhiannon’s cloth cell reminding her that she was getting hungry again. Except for a quick trip into the forest with a very stony-faced young soldier, where he gave her partial privacy to relieve herself, she had been stuck in the tent all day.
She sat on the dirt floor with her legs folded up underneath her and mindlessly stroked Luna’s soft fur while listening to all the different sounds of the busy camp. Off in the distance, some kind of stringed i
