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Outskirts of Nezamiyeh, Chaldea
Ishani had gone for a walk.
She kept to paved sidewalks at first, moving over flattened ground. Then her feet found their way to a dirt road, well-trod, but rougher beneath her soles. Finally, she left the paths altogether, travelling out across grassy hills, until she reached a brook that cut across the landscape, blocking her path.
All while she walked, she’d been lost in thought, hardly aware of where she was going. Now she looked around and realized she didn’t know where she was. She was in no danger of being truly lost—the datapad in her pocket would tell her how to get home. But for now, she didn’t reach for it, didn’t turn back.
Avoiding getting her shoes wet, she stepped on a dry stone big enough to hold her weight, then crouched down to fish around in the stream, humming to herself. It was an old tune about a girl whose love had abandoned her, comparing it to him having sailed away and left her marooned on a deserted island.
"I will lay here for eternity... the waves will break every chain on me..." she sang under her breath. She collected a few smooth pebbles from the riverbed, gathering them in the palm of her other hand. "My bones will bleach, my flesh will flee..."
She couldn't remember all the words, so she just went on humming the melody over again.