Her footsteps, even when angry, always ambled towards the shore.
Toirasa stomped down the pebbled beach, not sure where she was going. She had taken Aderise’s advice to heart, and after packing her bag, had taken what few possessions she had left in the world and just…begun walking. It had been days now, and at last she had left Stormsong and entered the autumnal hills of Drustvar. Toirasa had marched straight to the sea, standing up to her knees in salt water as the sun set before her. A walk on a western shore with thoughts such as hers had once been an omen of ruin. Now, Toirasa knew there was no point to fear it. Asar was gone, the same way Sindorel, Thalassa, and the Felclars she had loved were gone. For perhaps the...