“I guess.” She twisted the jar open, and the scent of rosemary filled the yurt. “Did you and Batbayar have a nice chat?”Ī deep cough ripped through her mother’s chest, and Altantsetseg winced as the comb caught on a tangle. Her mother handed her a jar of rendered fat and then pulled a bone comb through her hair. Her father and brother left to build her snow-bed, and Altantsetseg stripped. The scent of roasted mutton lingered in the air. She slipped into her yurt just as her family finished their evening meal. “What if I see myself with a dozen wailing children instead of leading our warriors? Or what if I don’t see anything at all?” Snow crunched beneath her fur-lined boots as she shifted her weight, and the exposed tips of the tall grass hissed as a cold wind gusted. “Of course I’m nervous,” Altansetseg said. “My dreaming starts at sundown,” she explained. He butted his forehead into her chest as he crunched his snack, and she scratched behind his ears. – SYĪltantsetseg offered Batbayar a winter-shriveled carrot, and the gelding’s velvety lips tickled her palm. Jamie Lackey’s submission to the Story Quest Contest came in second place with her charming coming of age fantasy. However, it won’t be quite as simple as that. Altantsetseg is having her dream, pointing her toward her destiny.
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