Rogan
“How do you feel?” I lightly graze the end of my pen down her arm. Her index finger twitches at the contact, which should since I put it in a cooler for a few seconds.
Amara smiles at me, the scar covering half of her face stretches and I notice her wince at how fresh it’s still is. “Like I feel something”
I smile at her. “It’s so much like you nomads”
She chuckles. A laugh that is melodious and close to a song. “What? You mean irritating?”
“And how did you know that?” I tease. Winking at her.
“Most outsiders see us like that.” She looks around the inn we’ve chosen to reside. It’s not well known for anything other than for wayward people who are trying to escape something or street rats personal drinking space. “How did you discover this?”
I purse my lips. “My father and I u
