The young sorceress approached.
Still as a stone, Renity crouched behind a clump of bushes close
to the edge of the road. She scrutinized the surrounding forest with quick
darting eyes, searching for the slightest hint that her presence might be
noticed. But all seemed in place. The birds and small animals, having long since
decided to ignore her, made their normal squawks, clicks, and grunts. And with
the unusually warm spring breeze filling the air with the smell of fragrant
flowers, her scent would be safely hidden. A fly buzzed by noisily and landed on
her bare arm. Renity didn't dare move to shoo it away. It probed for sustenance,
attempting to dig deep into her skin for moisture, but it flew away
Then just for a moment, as the wildlife paused at the newcomer's
approach, the wind stilled. Renity closed her eyes and listened closely to the
footsteps: light and quick. Renity could tell the young sorceress was wearing
sandals. But more importantly, she was alone.