The village was silent and deserted as the Coach rolled into the center of town. If there weren't signs of previous activity--laundry hanging on lines, the wheat growing in the fields, the remains of a game of marbles hastily abandoned--one would almost think it a ghost town. Heketah smiled to herself over a goblet of yarbarah. It seemed that her reputation had spread. Even coming so early as she'd done had given the fools enough time to hide in their little houses, like rabbits cowering from a wolf.
If the thrill of the hunt wasn't so much fun, she'd wonder how they could have gotten warning in time.
"Ralt," she said, licking the blood from her lips. "Do go and let the landens know we're here."
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Date: 2013-03-08 06:15 am (UTC)If the thrill of the hunt wasn't so much fun, she'd wonder how they could have gotten warning in time.
"Ralt," she said, licking the blood from her lips. "Do go and let the landens know we're here."