Who Was Nim?

“Who is she?” Almora rode close now.

Disseus had been oblivious to her long scrutiny. I forget how perceptive she is.

He lifted his head to stare at her back. “She calls herself Nealinim now. I knew her as Nim.”

“I didn’t ask her name.”

I know what she’s asking.

He eyed her. “She’s a woman wanting to save her son.”

“Disseus,” Almora sighed. “I’m asking who she is to you.”

I know…

After a long look, he sighed. “She was a young First Water fey girl when I met her. She wanted to be a warrior like her father before her. She was orphaned young and wanted to honor his memory.”

He stared at her back thoughtfully.

“Fey named her, because she was too little to remember her name. They dubbed her Nealinim, meaning ‘lost warrior’ in our tongue.” He explained. Giving a harsh laugh.

“As if someone knew what she’d become.”

She has indeed become a warrior.

“Elders said she was freckled with copper hair and meek eyes and would not be able to marry well. First Water Fey are supposed to aspire beyond th