Aïcha, was conscious enough to hear her mother’s voice, to feel her mother holding her, just before the ground beneath her changed from grass, to marble, the air shifting from a sea breeze to a tuneless enclosed place. (Martial Earth, 1277 FD)
Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 621: Aïcha Merek De Somme Part 3
This is very good!
Thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying this story.