![]() ![]() She gets dressed and washes her face in the bucket of water next to her mirror. She tried not to dwell on emotions today. But she guessed doing it herself made her think of her mom on days like the reaping. It's not like dressing up for a celebration of any kind, the way her mother used to do for her when she was little. She laid out clothes for the day when she got home from Briar's last night. ![]() Not a chirp from the shop downstairs, it made her stomach feel hollow. ![]() It was almost comforting, reminding her that she was home.īut there was no noise today. She'd lie there, trying to talk herself out of her blankets listening to the rubbing of the whetstone, the smell of beeswax and honing oil. Like clockwork, her mind would drift into reality with the sound of a bastard file grinding against the bit on an axe. Usually It's the sound of steel grinding that wakes Sabille up every morning. ![]()
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