kestrel and arin feat. temple ruins ⇾ part i
She touched the feather’s ticklish plume, the slight scratch of the quill. She explored it, trying to ignore her pleasure at his unexpected gesture. “Is that your secret?”
“You wouldn’t ask”—Arin’s grin was mischievious—”if you didn’t guess that it is not.
The steps were broken in places and wobbled beneath Kestrel’s feet. When they reached the hilltop, she could see the jumble of marble that had been the temple’s foundation. Perhaps it had been destroyed after the conquest; the Valorians had razed all Herrani temples to their gods. But these ruins looked ancient. The marble was bleached bone white. The carvings, polished smooth by time, were blurred and mostly indecipherable, like a dream after one has woken.
“It’s greener here, isn’t it?” Arin’s voice was hushed. “Than the rest of this region.”
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