TITLE: The Gray Falcon
GENRE: YA fantasy
As midmorning crept over the city of Storm’s Quarry, Nadya stood in a ration line and ignored the scowls tossed out by humans who shoved passed her. They clutched their parcels of food to their chests and hurried away. Her hands tightened into fists, but she stubbornly stared at the sky. Thick gray clouds clogged the horizon, imprisoning the sun behind their bulk. Without its rays to dispel the damp, the floodwaters would not recede as Kesali had predicted.
“Next,” the guardsman called out, interrupting any painful thoughts of Kesali and her betrothal. Nadya hadn’t seen her since it was announced to the city three months ago, and the Stormspeaker’s absence was gnawing hole in her chest.
Nadya stepped forward. “Family of three.” She held out a clay token imprinted with the number.
The guardsman glared at her, ignoring the ration token. His crimson uniform marked him as one of the Duke’s Guard, and his pale skin and light hair marked him as human. “There is ration line in the rat tier,” he said in the clipped accent of the city.
“Which ran out of food nearly a week ago. I had to come here.” Nadya sucked in a deep breath of damp air and unwashed flesh. Her people were not welcome outside of the bottom tier of Storm’s Quarry, nicknamed by humans as the rat tier because only rats would deign to live among the Domari.
“These rations are reserved for this tier.” For humans went unspoken.