No Write Turn on Red

Ruth, a young seamstress and mother, has accidentally fallen in with a group of rebels vying for the independence of their homeland, Borea. Robyn, captain of the group's infamous raiders, has decided to take her under her wing. The soft light of midwinter set a lavender cast over the Beasts’ camp. The temperature had dropped steeply overnight, all water and dampness gone and replaced with crystals and fractal lace. Snow had fallen and crowned each tent with a powdered cap and the air itself was alight, dawn captured in the tiny frozen particles suspended in it. Ruth perched at the high end of camp atop a small bluff on the outskirts of the Captain’s quarter, her form stiff and thick with layers of garb. She stood with one of the large war tents at her back, looking out over the encampment. The footpaths that normally wove muddied knots throughout the Beasts’ camp had been washed clean by the snow, save for the steps she had taken on her way to the overlook. It was too early for the