C A Stevens

“It was the song of goats bleating, ponies stomping in the snow, and women and men laughing together. Tenzin opened her eyes and held her breath, willing away the pain that speared through her shoulder. Don’t curse me with memories; I’ve given them to another. But the moon and the wind had gone silent again. She turned back to the blinking, manmade lights of the ship and descended. It was getting late, and she was starting to see sunlight growing on the horizon. When she landed on the deck, she pulled her tunic over her body and retreated to the dark hold she’d claimed. She didn’t look for the moon again. Those searching for buried treasure in the daylight would have to find their own luck.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Night's Reckoning