Fairspell Meadow the twice-invoked

how loners reacted to an old lady slinking in the woods behind them often said much about their character. qiao stopped the moment leshen turned, admiring the flourish of athleticism shown in doing so.

in the thinning light she could make out little about his person, save the cunning gleam of redwine eyes. oh, she had always loved the color. sharp thing you are, lad. qiao set upon her heels much in the manner a matronly woman might rest upon a knottled cane. care to make an easy meal?