Spoils [Her voice is harsh, scraped thin and tender as though each syllable scratches against sand. At least she has words here, even if unpleasantly so.]
Nothing. [The disappointment hangs over her. For a moment she sulks at her predicament before glancing back at the woman. Her question nears rhetorical wonder as she scans the room once more and those gathering for food and warmth.]
no subject
Spoils
[Her voice is harsh, scraped thin and tender as though each syllable scratches against sand. At least she has words here, even if unpleasantly so.]
Nothing. [The disappointment hangs over her. For a moment she sulks at her predicament before glancing back at the woman. Her question nears rhetorical wonder as she scans the room once more and those gathering for food and warmth.]
Where is this place?