"who's that?" the young brecheliant woman asked of no one in particular. her children had run off to join another group of young ones, near the moonglow camp. and it was in that direction chickadee had gone.
fanfare and organized marchers marked the second day. she watched in open admiration as the retinue of royals disembarked, her eyes drawn to a tall figure of dark marble who gave certain orders. more were given by his counterpart, a woman who resonated with so powerful a beauty that chickadee was suddenly self-conscious.
yet unable to keep her curiosity from announcing itself, she stole forward, tongue tying in her mouth as one of the group seemed to turn toward her.