I think we're going to have to officially go to a "whenever I can" update schedule. Between the day shift and the baby, my time to sit and write is sporadic and often interrupted. Mirrorshards isn't going away, but it probably won't ever be back on a daily update until Archie is in school. :-/
I sat beside the ambassador as he took his evening soak, the brackish water hauled at some expense up the mountain to soothe his amphibian's skin. We looked out over the valley kingdoms and talked of their fractious politics.
"Of course," he said, "all this was ours once, and perhaps will be again."
"Surely you can't mean your people intend to make war?" I asked, half in jest. (Only half, for the magic of the water shamans is deep and subtle.)
His laughter made bubbly froth. "Where oceans sink, they may one day rise. My people remember, and can wait."
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