Year of the Roses

Floral Season

The Market

Kintil

Isla

IT'S BEEN HOURS.

It's been hours since we laid Nadhat to rest among the reeds but still Mavli hasn't said a single word. I'm afraid for her but I know better than to say anything that might upset her more. Let her grieve, she deserves some time to grieve.

Our mares trot carefully into the extensive land that was once our market. I take in all the destruction, the broken and burnt stalls. And far ...