Ashin Cardé Varanin
Couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows
VARUNDA IX
EDGE OF THE UNKNOWN REGIONS
A broken lighthouse, little more than a circle of jumbled stone, stood on a hill at the ocean's edge. The old first floor of the lighthouse made a platform no more than seven paces across. Ashin set down a backpack and shrugged out of her coat.
"The storm won here," she said to Mercy apropos of nothing. She cracked her neck and turned to the significantly larger, significantly younger woman. "A useful place to remember the costs of being less than indestructible. Mercy, I would like you to punch me as hard as you can."
EDGE OF THE UNKNOWN REGIONS
A broken lighthouse, little more than a circle of jumbled stone, stood on a hill at the ocean's edge. The old first floor of the lighthouse made a platform no more than seven paces across. Ashin set down a backpack and shrugged out of her coat.
"The storm won here," she said to Mercy apropos of nothing. She cracked her neck and turned to the significantly larger, significantly younger woman. "A useful place to remember the costs of being less than indestructible. Mercy, I would like you to punch me as hard as you can."