Chapter 172: The War that came early (Pt2)
Black Moon Town, The Burn Fire,
Moz's POV,
The fire cracked and spat sparks into the cold early morning air as Moz sat with one hand resting low on her stomach, watching it without really seeing it.
She'd sat around fires like this before, years ago, back when she was at the Bloodhorn Tribe, and those were years she didn't like remembering.
She hadn't expected, back then, to end up somewhere burn fires were used for eating and drinking, instead of punishing Gobs for entertainment.
Haji sat across from her, herb-wrapped and stiff, still managing to look more comfortable than Moz felt most days lately. Torrelsav had returned, he was seated quietly beside him. Lovan fidgeted with something in his lap, it looked like he was trying to make a purse or some kind. Moz always fell into confusion each time she saw him...
