“Old God’s tit!” I plunge my hands into the smooth silk, rubbing it against my cheek. “Did you really get this for me, Auntie?” “A lady doesn’t swear.” Y’shennria sniffs. “And she certainly doesn’t call me ‘auntie.’” “But that’s what you are, right? My auntie. Auntie, auntie, auntie.”
Zera is my spirit animal
