If you could imagine your world into being, what would it feel like?...

SahRa squinted in the late afternoon sun. It was hard to see who was coming, the dry red dust of the road kicked up by their passing in the late afternoon heat, brittle red motes filled the air like an aura of fire in the sun’s long gaze. Whoever it was, they were coming from the westward road, a path little used these days.  SahRa stood up on tiptoe, focused as a kestrel preparing to dive down on her prey, for this was her first day to serve as lookout.   To read more, click here.