Radeon and Fay walked back to their room. They did not have much, but they would not be coming back here any time soon
He handed Fay a set of new clothes. Black and white. Clean. Unpatched.
Fay looked down at her own robe, sky blue once, now faded and stitched until the fabric held more colors of thread than its own.
Everwritten Archivists Court colors. She gave a wry smile that did not reach her eyes.
Fay had knelt until her knees ached. She had pressed her forehead to the floor until the stone remembered the shape of her.
Still no one had accepted her. They said she had no talent. That she was crazy. That she was simply disliked.
Now she held new clothes in her hands. A weapon sat at her wrist.
For the first time, she felt like she belonged somewhere, even if she did not yet know what the price of belonging would be.
She started to undress, then hesitated and glanced at Radeon.
