Winter
They are all there - her husband, his father, her children, and the other Enchanters. Azhure opens her mouth to speak, and then... The song is like nothing she's ever heard. Her father, WolfStar, that madman. He has done this, somehow, ripped her from her very reality and put her quite somewhere else. She can remember the cold of winter that had brushed her wingtips as she stood outside of the Keep, her family in tow, and now it is very warm. Sunlight licka at her long, thick black hair, and she blinka her bright blue eyes, trying to shake the fog of confusion from her.
What had he done?
She wants to walk from this strange place, despite how comfortable it was. Thick green grass grows, and she can hear birds and even the babbling of a brook nearby, but this was certainly not her home. This was nowhere in Tencendor that she is aware of, because she would know - wouldn't she? She is afraid to move, afraid that WolfStar had done something. That man was always doing something. Finally after what seems like hours, she sighs, and picks up the skirts of her long, pale gray dress. She can see a hill from the distance, and she surmounts that if she gets atop it, she might be able to make heads or tails of her location.
As she begins walking, she is irritated that her first reaction isn't necessarily to just shoot off into the sky. Clearly her wings are in working condition - but does she really want to take off like a rocket and have the first alarmed woodsman or whatever lurked in the wood load her down with mighty bolts from a crossbow? She is an Enchanter, yes, and she knows how to work her magic, but still - without knowing quite where she is, it's probably better to hang on to whatever power she's retained. She huffs a little, muttering to herself as she makes her way through the lightly wooded portion, headed the mile or so towards the hill as she estimates it.
{Typist Claire: And so introducing Azhure, from the Sara Douglass Starman series.}
What had he done?
She wants to walk from this strange place, despite how comfortable it was. Thick green grass grows, and she can hear birds and even the babbling of a brook nearby, but this was certainly not her home. This was nowhere in Tencendor that she is aware of, because she would know - wouldn't she? She is afraid to move, afraid that WolfStar had done something. That man was always doing something. Finally after what seems like hours, she sighs, and picks up the skirts of her long, pale gray dress. She can see a hill from the distance, and she surmounts that if she gets atop it, she might be able to make heads or tails of her location.
As she begins walking, she is irritated that her first reaction isn't necessarily to just shoot off into the sky. Clearly her wings are in working condition - but does she really want to take off like a rocket and have the first alarmed woodsman or whatever lurked in the wood load her down with mighty bolts from a crossbow? She is an Enchanter, yes, and she knows how to work her magic, but still - without knowing quite where she is, it's probably better to hang on to whatever power she's retained. She huffs a little, muttering to herself as she makes her way through the lightly wooded portion, headed the mile or so towards the hill as she estimates it.
{Typist Claire: And so introducing Azhure, from the Sara Douglass Starman series.}