🫖The ink has just settled on Chapter Two, and I couldn’t be happier! Slowly but surely, this world is unfurling beneath my fingertips. Every sentence feels like another stone laid in the streets of Zumar. But more specifically, within the walls of the little tea shop at the end of a certain street called Saffron Dreams.
Here’s a little peek at what’s brewing:
‘You’re still awake,’ she observed, her voice soft but brisk as she crossed to him. Her fingers moved with the quiet competence of someone who’d done this before—unwinding the dressing at his side, checking the wound, reapplying the salve with gentle, practised strokes.
Ka'ele could have spoken. He could have baited her, called her little flame again, just to watch the irritation spark in her eyes. But there was something about the way she worked now—silent, careful, as though handling a story more fragile than glass—that stilled his tongue.
‘You’ll live,’ she murmured, stepping back, her hands finally falling away from him. ‘Rest. I’ll see you in the morning.’
Here’s to the slow and steady build. Here’s to falling in love with our own stories, one heartbeat at a time. ✨