Why Are We Here

In the middle of the night Kamren had scooped her up and taken her to some kind of shelter. Nimueh did not understand. Why were they abandoning the home she had gotten used to? She had fought him as he'd carried her; eventually gave up and went limp.

When he placed her on their assigned cots, she glared upward and breathed out, "Why are we running? I want to go to my citadel." What kind of danger would make this man — who Nimueh believed to be the reincarnate of Mordunr — run? Especially on such a chilly night!

She grumbled something about not being dressed properly. She wore one of his shirts and a pair of loose lounge pants he had bought for her. It had a matching shirt but Nimueh liked his; they were bigger and comfier.

She puffed her cheeks out as she stared at him. "Can we go home now?"

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Nimueh glared, crossing her arms as he sat down beside of her. She scrunched her nose and quipped, "My citadel stood for eight hundred years." She yawned and flopped sideways on her cot; wriggling until her head rested in his lap. The pillows weren't as comfy as the ones at home.

"Why did you anger the gods of the sea? Can we offer them a sacrifice?" She inquired, allowing her gaze to settle on his features. "We should sacrifice a child. They like children more than adults."

She pushed herself upright and began to study the people around her. Searching for a child. Eventually she pointed toward a little girl. "Her. She's perfect."

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A pout claimed her lips as she grumbled at his laughter. The woman plopped back down — right on his lap. She crossed her arms and stared silently at him.

"Will it get dark?" She asked. Power and electricity was magical; she still did not understand it. She still slept with a candle that she insisted upon having beside her bed.

She frowned. "Will the gods come to take our souls?" She inquired, staring upward at him. "It is only fit to die in war. Is this a war? It doesn't feel like a war." She rambled on about how war should feel as she stared around, not understanding why some folks were staring. A small Asian woman seated on a man's lap was no reason to stare, right?

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Nimueh peered upwards as she snuggled against his chest. "Uhuh. Mordunr always stated that everything had a soul. Some were larger and brighter and others were blacker and small. Even the rocks have souls." She chirped. "It shows in their colors. Like it shows in the eyes of humanoid beings and animals."

She bobbed her head firmly, as she studied the pride demon. The little woman twisted around to face him, essentially sitting backwards on his lap; her legs criss-cross applesauced.

"There were stories about great waves sent by Gods. Sometimes Mordunr would take me away, 'cause the Dark God was angry. He said he always knew when that was, 'cause the Dark God favored him." She nodded. The Dark God was what she had been using to refer to Lucifer. "Is this like that?"

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