285 - Gods and Tapestry and Words

The odd, onion-shaped domes of Brahvniki are really pretty in the morning mist. We're tied up on the opposite shore and the swarms of little boats that sell or buy anything that might fit in such a little floating barge, that beleaguer the incoming ships, are all out-harbour, beyond the tax-line. Initaeran told me I was doing really well. She said that I was going to heal faster than Minis