“Our world is called Karis: grace unearned, unlooked-for, the very picture of the Original World before our species entered on the scene.”
“Cloud-wreathed, water-wrapped, jeweled seas and skies,” the Zoia cadet replied, half speech and half song. Her hands relaxed at her side. “The gods give, open-handed. We rise to the divine in generosity, not brute force.”
Ah, that one had been well-catechised, both at home and later.
“I have kin in South Continent,” Naime said. “I am no less proud of the steppes than of Landfall-on-the-River.”
In which Naime the Shipwright explains the name of the world. From Camp NaNoWriMo project Shipwright, Captain, Figurehead, short stories in the Ship’s Heart universe.
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