6. The Festival of MilkersFrom the balcony of Assassin Joss’s quarters, Sabienn caught the glimpse of the sun peeking over the far-off lip that the ocean made with the sky. It was still early and the clouds were brilliantly brushed peach, pink and crimson and the sister moons ceaselessly green and blue.
The coffee within the mug in Sabienn’s hands was hot and steaming and the feeling of food in his belly left him warm and settled. He stood in comfortable and clean blue robes as his dirty regulars were being laundered. It was about as home as it could possibly be for him in that second.
Stretching after a night’s rest, Deep made his way to the balcony. He also had made himself coffee and stood at the other end of the balcony. There was a noticeable space between him and Sabienn.
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