The stagecoach wheels hit familiar cobblestones and Melisa's whole body relaxed.
Syux. Home.
Sure, being a nim here meant dealing with dirty looks and whispered insults and shopkeepers who suddenly remembered they were "closed" when she walked in. But compared to being someone's war prize? This was paradise.
[God, I missed these prejudiced assholes.]
Through the window, she watched merchants hawking their wares and guards looking bored at their posts. Normal. Wonderfully, beautifully normal.
[I guess my existence in the military is over now... Just like that.]
"Finally!" Isabella stretched like a cat. The movement of her tail nearly hit Melisa in the face. "My ass is numb from sitting so long."
"Your ass is numb because you insisted on sitting on my lap for the last hour," Armia pointed out.
"Details."
