Rash Nemain [ Linux ]
"Perhaps," Kael murmured, offering her a hand up, "Rash doesn't mean reckless. Perhaps it just means you move faster than the rest of us."
She pulled the heavy iron grappling hook from her belt. It was an old thing, rusted and wrapped in leather. She didn't aim for the cliff wall; she aimed for the floating column of water.
"It’s not coming," a voice said from behind her. It was Kael, the village overseer, wrapped in a coat of heavy wool that looked like it weighed more than he did. "You’re chasing shadows, girl. The tide hasn't risen in forty years."
The Ghost Tide had come to claim the cliffs.
"Perhaps," Kael murmured, offering her a hand up, "Rash doesn't mean reckless. Perhaps it just means you move faster than the rest of us."
She pulled the heavy iron grappling hook from her belt. It was an old thing, rusted and wrapped in leather. She didn't aim for the cliff wall; she aimed for the floating column of water.
"It’s not coming," a voice said from behind her. It was Kael, the village overseer, wrapped in a coat of heavy wool that looked like it weighed more than he did. "You’re chasing shadows, girl. The tide hasn't risen in forty years."
The Ghost Tide had come to claim the cliffs.
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