Unknown Location,
Fourth month of flood, Khoiàk, 1400BC
Zahra inhaled deeply and exhaled through her lips before unwrapping the cloth wrapped around her wounds incurred from her enemy.
Next she peered into her amber eyes through the full length mirror before her until her gaze was trailing down to her abdomen.
With her fingers that had been roughened by the intense training she had been undergoing for the past few months, she delicately traced the wounds that were slowly healing.
This was the process she was going to take if she wanted to heal without scar.
It was annoying and she hated it but her beast had recommended it to her.
So that in the event Amsety found her without her battle attire, he would see no scars that matched with the wounds he inflicted on her while they fought.
