Adiwen

This story takes place shortly after the conclusion of Windswept's  "Poison in the Blood" plot. 

Ella sat overlooking the pond, enjoying the early evening air.    Much had happened over the last few days, so just in this moment, she was taking full advantage of this time of calm and peace.

Cynhaer pulled the tattered cloak around him a little tighter while he gazed towards his companion, shivering as he huddled closer to the fire.

Ella pulled her cloak tight around her shoulders, as the unrelenting chill of the wind attempted to penetrate the many layers she wore.    She was much more prepared this time around, her thoughts briefly returning to the last time she was in the mountains with Adiwen.

A flurry of pale feathers swooped in front of me on the path and disappeared into the trees.

It wasn’t unusual to see owls, around here, but this one did seem to be getting closer to me than any I had seen before.  

The inn seemed busier than usual as we entered that night.  Huddles of people in stood around the edges of the room, speaking in hushed tones.  These were not the usual clientele.

I am cold.

No amount of logs on the fire or blankets will warm me.

Well, as evenings go – I have had worse.