Early the next morning, Morielle dropped a ragha’s head in front of her father’s stable boy. The boy’s jaw hung, and then, he looked at her, wearing only a black overall with her orange hair in a tight bun. Her blue bow was slung across her shoulder and her quiver with the arrows on her back. The black bow and arrows, as well as the cloak, she used for killing Naims were hidden in the forest some couple miles away from their abode.
“The body is just outside, round the back fence. Take it and give it to Klykass,” she instructed.
“You killed one again, with just one arrow, Mistress Morielle?” He blinked his dark green eyes, gawping at the tip of the blue arrow that went through the eye, piercing to the back of the beast’s skull.
She did not need to answer it. She did her best to wait up f
