Out of Sarain
Buri is used to being a stranger: at the Warlord's court, among people who speak to her as though she is an animal; as an exile wandering the Eastern Lands; in Tortall, where no one has heard of the K'miri. But when Thayet, exotic in every setting, turns her familiar hazel gaze on Buri, grave and intent, then Buri knows herself to be at home.
Thayet knows Buri better than anyone. Buri is her friend and ally; prickly and wary and true. Then, one night at their campfire, somewhere between Sarain and the Roof of the World, Buri sings. Her voice is low and sweet and a little rough, and Thayet finds herself watching a familiar stranger.