Leaving the clan had been the easiest choice Ura had ever made. It wasn’t much of a choice at all. Sure, she loved traveling with them, she loved the hunt, loved the adventure. . . but it was time to put that life behind her.
It was time to start a new life.
Why she chose Hezeky to start that life with, no one quite understood. “Are you serious?” her clan had asked.
Don’t get me wrong, they all loved Hezeky. He was their lucky-charm of sorts; their mascot. He was the one who made them laugh when the world around them seemed dim. And he was the one who kept them going when their travels seemed in vain.
But Ura? She was the opposite. She was serious and quiet. She didn’t do jokes. And her clan could have sworn they saw her rolling her eyes at him from time to time. So, to them it seemed fair to ask: “Why would you be with Hezeky?”
Why wouldn’t she be with him?
Sure, he was a little rough around the edges sometimes, a little childish at others. . . but what huntress didn’t enjoy a good challange?
Plus, he was a real good kisser.
He had to be good at kissing, because he sure as hell wasn’t good at choosing a house. Who in their right mind would choose a crumbling tavern as their house?
Ura couldn’t believe her eyes. Hezeky was standing in the doorway of a ruins. . . ‘ruins’ was the only word to describe it. What had that tavern been through? The ancient years?
Where was the roof? Where were the windows? And what in the feline’s mouth was that smell coming from the heap of stones?
Ura was at a loss for words. But Hezeky. . . well, he was grinning from ear to ear.
Cats, Crystals, & Coffee 