Ibn Khaldun

Journey to the East

“There weren't always dragons in the valley…" Atsyrukh turned to look at his companion. Dzerassa didn’t notice, too busy rubbing at a cheek reddened by summer sun. She was staring off into the distance, watching water flow along a canal. Sluggish, shallow, and vaguely mud coloured water. Still, the midday heat left her aching for a dip.