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Date Posted: 12:26:51 02/28/06 Tue
The morning was chilly, and mist hung heavy over the blue grasses in the northern hills of the Blue Valleys. A small figure, scarcely half the height of a grown man, ascended to the branches of a small copper-leaved tree with a flick of large purple-feathered wings, sitting among the tiny delicate branches as though he weighed nothing at all. With liquid eyes, the dark purple iris so large that hardly any white showed, the winged elf breathed in the morning breeze and took stock of the situation.
At the foot of the tree his companions slept soundly and he glanced at them with warm fondness before returning to his vigil. All night he and Kira had taken turns keeping watch, being unfamiliar with the territory and without their former warrior companions. Now the sky was a pale washed blue from the evening's rain, and the sun cast long golden beams across the blue hills, striking rainbows from every drop of dew. With any luck, they would be five instead of three, for the task had been given to the two little elves to fly the wolf pup to her warrior.
Sema stretched his wings and turned east, shading his eyes from the rising sun with a long slender hand. At his left was the long dark teeth of the Dark Spear mountains, away in the north, and ahead of him were endless blue hills disappearing into the east. If they took turns bearing the pup, Sema judged that they could reach Dante and his protector by evening, for Avariel are very quick in the air, even when burdened.
But just then something else caught his attention. Avariel have no dragon blood in him and so Sema did not have the far-eyes of the sons of the Old One, but his was a far-reaching and sensitive mind. He sensed herds moving within a certain radius around them, Silent Paw and other beings he did not yet recognize, but there was something different as well, east and a little north - an aura that he believed he recognized.
A smile spread over his eldritch face.
With a flick of his wings he descended to the ground again, light as any feather in his wings, and knelt beside his companions. For a moment he simply looked at them. Khanada twitched in her sleep, a little wolf pup white as snow, her pink nose working after dream-scents, perhaps searching for her estranged warrior. And there was Kira, blue-black wings tightly folded, skin pale as milk in the morning light. Sema smiled a secret smile, and touched her cheek gently.
"Kira," he said. "Khanada. Wake - it's morning."
His face lit up as they stirred and rose and stretched, shaking the nighttime chill from their limbs. "Kira," he said, scratching Khanada behind the ears. "I have some interesting news. Reach out east and a little north, and tell me if you encounter something - someone - familiar."
He waited, winking at Khanada, excited to see the look on his dear friend's face when she realized that Wesimbi was here, only a few hours away.
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