31st of Fall, 513
Beyond the City Walls by the Stables
The stables were enormous. The amount of land wasted on the building made Kiaramali’s stomach weak, but the rest of her spirit was slowly on the mend. Though the city was still cold to her, it was warming up a little. She thought about the kindness of the man she met not that long ago and the corners of her mouth turned up in response.
Her slight change of mood might also have had something to do with the fact that the city’s endless red walls were out of sight. Now that she was once again beyond the choke-hold of Nyka’s gates and free to roam at will, the wind stirring in her direction made her fingers ache to be stretched.
She pulled them free of her pocket and spread them widely in the direction of the blowing wind, igniting an itch that burned through her body. The tickle started at the tips of her fingers and ran deeper than she could have imagined. How she had survived any length of time without using them to guide her was a testament to Makutsi’s ever-watchful eye.
It felt like validation of her recent choices—however painful they were to make. If Makutsi blessed them, she blessed Kiaramali too. The fissure between her heart and her spirit had closed just a notch. It no longer resembled the depths of Nyka’s Aperture.
A wisp of wind ruffled the heavy silk fall of her hair, tempting her. Although the sun was shining overhead, it was scarcely a bell since the curfew had lifted. It was another one of those strange things about the city that would take more than a few days to get used to.
She had only a chime to spare before she’d have to leave this freedom behind and head back to the stables where she’d trade the walls of one prison for another. There was time to linger. Her body shifted, propelling her forward before she had a chance to register the fact that her legs moved. By then there was nothing that could have stopped her.
The first sense of anticipation she felt in days rose as she followed the wind down the road, away from the gate, ignorant of what might lie in wait. She had the sun at her back and her fingers to guide her, what could there be to fear?
Her slight change of mood might also have had something to do with the fact that the city’s endless red walls were out of sight. Now that she was once again beyond the choke-hold of Nyka’s gates and free to roam at will, the wind stirring in her direction made her fingers ache to be stretched.
She pulled them free of her pocket and spread them widely in the direction of the blowing wind, igniting an itch that burned through her body. The tickle started at the tips of her fingers and ran deeper than she could have imagined. How she had survived any length of time without using them to guide her was a testament to Makutsi’s ever-watchful eye.
It felt like validation of her recent choices—however painful they were to make. If Makutsi blessed them, she blessed Kiaramali too. The fissure between her heart and her spirit had closed just a notch. It no longer resembled the depths of Nyka’s Aperture.
A wisp of wind ruffled the heavy silk fall of her hair, tempting her. Although the sun was shining overhead, it was scarcely a bell since the curfew had lifted. It was another one of those strange things about the city that would take more than a few days to get used to.
She had only a chime to spare before she’d have to leave this freedom behind and head back to the stables where she’d trade the walls of one prison for another. There was time to linger. Her body shifted, propelling her forward before she had a chance to register the fact that her legs moved. By then there was nothing that could have stopped her.
The first sense of anticipation she felt in days rose as she followed the wind down the road, away from the gate, ignorant of what might lie in wait. She had the sun at her back and her fingers to guide her, what could there be to fear?