"Tempest Wyrdkin" wrote in message
> Standing at the water's edge, arms crossed and laughing, watching
> the mage extinguish his robes, the witch Tempest senses a disturbance
> on the isle...........an odd disturbance, not usual at all. She turns,
> looking back and forth for whatever it is, seeing nothing. Of a sudden,
> her laughter is quieter, her thoughts go to other times, other places,
> then back to the present. Glancing at the ****eldmaiden, she relaxes
> and reminds herself to ask her about it later at the fire. The seawater
> is chilly and she yearns to be warm.........the shape-****fter is near
> and not alarmed. Nothing to fear?
The woman in black adjusts her freshly acquired silk top hat, setting
it at a jaunty angle, beneath which her hair tumbles over her
shoulders. A subtle smile crosses her black lips. A knowing smile.
The ****eldmaiden has recognised her, she is sure. They all do at the
end, but it takes a particular person to see her before; to know her.
And now another knows she is here; one not so sure. There is wariness
in that one, she knows. One who has seen more than her fair share,
she's sure. Instinctively the woman in black lifts a hand to the
sigal at her neck. Her brother/sister would like this one, she thinks.
Rising, the black clad lass, hooks a gentleman's umbrella that rests
beside her, and shoulders it like a rifle. She turns to the
scarf-wrapped traveller and speaks, her voice soft but rich.
"Won't you introduce your companions, old friend?"
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Didi
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