Balshown and Makish are quiet as we prepare for our journey to the city.
Like me, they are full of their own thoughts.
We are outsiders, powerful energy masters full of a hunger to shape the future.
Our hunger and strength set us apart from other Jiku, even the guilds, and bind us together.
Sometimes they treat me as a friend, and sometimes they treat me as a child.
Each of them is possessive and protective of me, and wary of the other.
My thoughts are broken by the urgency of the moment.
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The Shape of Emptiness
It’s still night when Shazira wakes, to a soft, sad sound coming from the deck outside our bedroom.
She wraps herself in a warm maroon cloak, covered with yellow flowers.
Moving silently, she slips on sandals, and goes out on the deck of the Watchtower.
The morning is still cool, especially at this height.
One of the Kishla is sitting on the deck, singing a song that tears the heart.
Shazira has never seen one this age, only a month or two old.
The young ones are never seen among us.
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