Sunrise was hazy. The horizon was a brilliant red. The night birds and day birds passed each other on their way to and from nests and hunting areas. On cloudy mornings, the night birds seem to linger longer. The clammy feel of the air meant rain later in the day. Three people on the beach stretched and rubbed their arms to stay warm.
Linsora and Tozar were dressed in brown pants with close fitting jackets. Permac wore a blue robe.
“Tozar, are you prepared?” Linsora called.
“I am,” he answered.
“I don’t think you are,” Linsora hissed. “You are far too Tokorellan to ever live up to your Khizaran heritage. You think you can fight? Ha!”
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