I flee… till I'm free…
"Follow me," Shyva whispered to the women behind her. Nyki held her charming brass-skinned baby with orange tufts of hair. He slept deeply, smiling sweetly in his dream. Shyva's heart melted as Nyki bent over her son; the glow on her yellow-gold skin sparked her beauty. Shyva admired the bond between mother and child. Had Nyla carried me this way? Did she smile upon my head and protect me when we were in danger? Shyva would demand these answers from Nyla, and she knew within her soul that the day to flee would be now.
