Have fun running around my worlds, and maybe don’t let your kids read these books.
(chapters in a series will have the same title and will be numbered♥️)
The next sunrise, Raru was in Fraul’s tent when Isabella appeared. She had refilled her tinctures the night before, moving through the woods in her skirts, picking flowers and digging roots. Without looking at Raru, she set about massaging again, though Fraul was still asleep.
The next day something was very odd, at least in Leonard’s opinion. He said nothing about it, but he felt the coolness that emanated off Fraul, who was awake before everyone and, as they began to march, did not wish Leonard good morning. The soldier who was often so pleasant was back to his icy ways.
When he woke in the morning the air was icy. He went out to make sure his company was awake, and since he had done nothing but roll off his cot and step into his boots, he was early. He reflected that when he didn’t drink, he had more time. He even grabbed a sip of coffee from the meal tent.
Fraul took to greeting visitors on his feet. Heath finished another brace: this one was smaller and fit beneath a pant leg. It even bent a little, if not enough to buckle. One day Fraul walked to camp–robotically, to be sure, as if his legs were made of wood. He felt like his body was more whale bone and metal than his own tissue. But he walked. He walked! He wanted to cry.