It’s been a while since I joined in with my dear Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday Folk. Dark One’s Bride stalled over the last few months, in part to the passing of a dear kitty. I’ve managed to reach chapter eight since then.
This piece is from chapter five, after Clara has spent her first night in the city of Endlight…
The chime of the temple bells filled the air. Their tuneless song hammered at Clara’s head. Wincing, she turned from the wardrobe, temporarily abandoning her search for a respectable daytime gown. She parted the heavy window curtains just enough to let in the first fingers of sunlight. It seemed that even with the journey here and the sickness of last night taxing her, she couldn’t sleep much beyond dawn.
The sun was barely high enough to illuminate the city rooftops. From up here, it Endlight didn’t look any different to her village. The same roofs, tile or thatch depending on the wealth of the owners. The styles barely differed from home, the roofs might’ve been a little steeper and the chimney tops were bulkier, but it was the same wood, stone and plaster walls. Nothing to really denote a change in places.
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