fly-by-story: B’s
Sibba crept through the viney rubble of the Ushik-bin ghost city, the blowgun ready in one hand, and her sharp knife in the other, the pouch of darts at her waist carefully half-cinched. She was sure the usha-boar had come through this way, limping and slowing from the poison of her earlier dart, but the vines in these ancient, abandoned cities shifted themselves sometimes and made tracking difficult. Sibba paused, holding still to listen. The liquid calls of a pair…