Silver Moraine VII

She'd wandered a bit from the Emberwood today. Perhaps it was her yearning for Vesper that drew her out, or merely just a sense of curiosity. Probably the former; she ached badly for the presence of her older sister. Losing Vesper was like missing a limb. She didn't feel whole.

The girl stalked up the ragged, rocky stretch, picking her way up the slope. In the distance was a huge shape, and she narrowed her eyes at it, thinking of the man who'd accosted her in the woods the other day.

But that stranger had been dark, and this one was pale, like her.

Blueberry barked toward him, increasing her pace a bit to close the gap between them. She was wary, but friendly enough, and her round midnight eyes were inviting upon him when he—if he—turned to face her.