{Sirah}
Sirah sat on the balcony of the guest quarters, staring at her left wrist. Where her hand used to be, there was now just smooth skin.
[Should've dodged faster.]
She flexed her remaining fingers on her right hand. The phantom sensations from her missing left still caught her off guard sometimes. Like now, when she wanted to grab the wine bottle next to her but reached with the wrong arm.
"Fuck."
The bottle tipped. She caught it with her right hand before it could fall.
[At least my reflexes aren't completely shit.]
She took a long drink straight from the bottle. Some fancy kitsune wine that tasted like berries. Far too sweet. The kind of thing her tribe would've mocked her for drinking.
But her tribe wasn't here anymore.
She'd left them for a nim girl who kept running away from her. A nim girl who was currently being dragged around the palace by some hyperactive kitsune that looked like she'd snap in half if Sirah claimed her.
