Year of the Mer

· YEMI ·

Yemi put Nova’s ass in the dirt exactly twice before Nova stopped letting her win. The young queen called the breakfast break after the third time being rapped on her bruised knuckles kept her from being able to grip her staff without considerable cursing.

She spent her unsupervised daylight hours in the administrative offices among the haze of cigar smoke, the cacophony of phone trills and typewriters, listening to the radio for tributes to her mother and the speculative discourse surrounding the new age.

What did her people know of her? Little more than her temper, it turned out.