CursedayThe day would be upon them soon. Selda had risen before the sun had, though the night was retreating rapidly from the encroaching dawn. From where she lay, only a few hundred yards from the edge of the forest, she could see a golden haze glowing along the rim of the mountains. Yawning, stretching, and brushing several stray strands of flaxen hair out of her eyes, Selda turned to see Idony asleep on the blanket next to her, curled up like a frightened hedgehog. An oddly appropriate posture, Selda reflected.Curseday
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She turned to the east, and wondered what the day had in store for her. However, what pressed upon her consciousness much more urgently was what the day had in store for Idony.
Selda kneaded her braid nervously and turned back to her slender, dark-haired companion, studying the gentle curves of her light brown face, remembering the first time she had seen it all those years ago, and all that had happened since then...
It had been a busy, noisy night in the tavern, and Seld