The Windsingers
“He looked down at them snoozing in the dust like a litter of puppies. Damnedest things he had ever dealt with. He hoped he would be able to get them to stir when the time came. With a shrug and a sigh, he turned to the tavern. Breakfast would be welcome. He was not used to such early hours, especially on an empty stomach.The Windsinger stood solidly in the center of the alley, a light wind stirred her pale blue robes. Her eyes were fixed on Vandien. The tight blue cowl framed her face in an ova...l, making her eyes seem even larger than they were. The dim morning light made her look more girlish than ever. At this distance, the light scaling of her face was invisible. Her hands were small within the voluminous sleeves. Like a child dressed up in her mother's clothes, Vandien thought to himself, smiling.Her face was unsmiling as she stared at him. She made an annoyed flick of her hand and the wind dropped. With that one gesture, she was no girl, but a Windsinger. Vandien felt his stomach do a slow turn.MoreLess
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