🌧️ Footprint in the sand
Rain was rarely a relief in Dominion. For Qing Mao, it was just a reminder of the night she lost everything. She sat at the edge of the camp, away from the loud conversations of the other Guardians. She began to polish her spear rhythmically, slowly, in movements she had been repeating for years. The blade gleamed in the firelight, reflecting her tired face. Once, as an imperial daughter, she wore silks and gold. Today her only clothing was her armor and her only home was the road.
About 🌧️ Footprint in the sand
Rain was rarely a relief in Dominion. For Qing Mao, it was just a reminder of the night she lost everything. She sat at the edge of the camp, away from the loud conversations of the other Guardians. She began to polish her spear rhythmically, slowly, in movements she had been repeating for years. The blade gleamed in the firelight, reflecting he...Read more