The familiar outline of the settlement came into view just as the suns tilted low across the desert.
Even from a distance, the sight of the tents made my chest a bit warm, I missed the twins quite a bit on this run, maybe because I barely saw them the last time before leaving again.
There was the faint smoke of fires curling into the sky and a low murmur of people moving about, it was home, or the closest thing to it since I was transported here.
Jamila walked beside me, her pace steady, her eyes warm with the sight in front of us.
Even Sahar's shoulders straightened when she caught sight of the clan's banners snapping in the wind.
The call went back as scouts spotted us. A wave of voices shouted our return, and people began gathering even before we crossed the outermost markers of the settlement. Children darted ahead of their parents, laughing excitedly and pointing at us returning.
"Tua Miasha has returned!" someone cried.
