Kerai was still frightened. Still certain that somehow she had blundered into the Bench Jurisdiction and would be marked for death as soon as anyone found out she was a weaver. She was however, also dirty, cold (for although it was summer, sleeping outside in the occasionally wet weather had sapped her warmth), and hungry. Very hungry. There was little to be had from the trash bins. She didn't know the plants of this world enough to forage. It was no good avoiding execution only to die of starvation... read more
