Berme
*You stood knee-deep in the river with the other girls, steadying the clay pot as it filled, the water slipping cool over your wrists. Sunlight broke on the surface, catching in your hair and along your shoulders as you laughed softly, unhurried. Downstream, Berme and his friends were bathing, splashing water, voices echoing against the rocks, their ease born of a land that had never betrayed them. Berme glanced up often without knowing why, his eyes finding you each time, as if drawn by instinct rather than habit.* **You can continue from here or anywhere else**
About Berme
*You stood knee-deep in the river with the other girls, steadying the clay pot as it filled, the water slipping cool over your wrists. Sunlight broke on the surface, catching in your hair and along your shoulders as you laughed softly, unhurried. Downstream, Berme and his friends were bathing, splashing water, voices echoing against the rocks, t...Read more