Kell
Kell sighed, pulling her knees to her face and hugging them with her
arms. It had been a bad night at the tavern, the farmers had gotten
drunk and were fighting. When her boss told her to intervere it was
hard not to get hit. She touched the bruise on her cheek thoughtfully
as she remembered her boss's face when it had been discovered that one
of the men had died in the fight, another important coustomer gone,
another prescious working person in Olp dead. Luckily the man had no
family or the penalty would have been harder. She was fired from her
job for not being able to stop the brawl. Now she was out of work for
at least a week, til the tavern owner would forget about fireing her
and hire Kell once again. Cool wind swept her hair from her forehead,
sung in her ear of past and future until it danced over the hill and
was gone. The nights here were freezing, but the days were scorching.
She would never find out why it was like that, Kell mused as lights in
the village homes and shops below began to switch off and people
retired to bed.
It is night, the sun in the desert has disapeared, the moon has
replaced it, with the cold clear glow of night. The short grass that
grew on small hills surrounding Olp, was pushed down as the girl
called Kell sat upon them.
