Scabbard's Song
“It flowed in livid colours red, yellow, orange, purple, black - mingling, forming many-hued rivers amongst the placid and seemingly unconcerned clouds. It was like lava from a volcano: a hot, searing magic that burned its passage through the azure heavens. Those who saw it were transfixed in wonder. Those who were not looking skyward at the time soon turned their heads upwards up to behold this amazing sight, for the celestial paints reflected on the ground beneath, the sun imprinting the fanta...stical marbled tinctures on hill and valley. What is that? asked Soldier of his wife the Princess Layana. Is it the weather? You and your weather, she said, smiling at him. The people in the world you come from must be obsessed with weather. We hardly talk about it here, yet you speak of it ten times a day. No, it has nothing to do with rain, wind or sunshine. The young wizard is at last stretching his wings, figuratively speaking of course. He is about to fly the nest. Layana spoke as if she were perfectly healthy, but in fact she was suffering from a deep loss of memory.MoreLess
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