Heart of the Hunter Chapter 8
“There are words that you travel on the Long Ride.” came the voice of the woman in the shadow, who must be Corinne. The redolent scent of honeysuckle danced along the breeze from where she stood. But his eyes made out her ample, curvaceous form, the turn of her leg. And nothing else. She was playing close to the edge of what the Women’s Circle would accept, placing herself in so close proximity to him without a chaperone. But by not identifying herself, or speaking his name, things remained in the realm of the deniable. But just barely.
Auryn nodded, eyes gazing off to the middle distance. “There are those who know the past very well. Some of us have lost brothers to the threat. The threat must be dealt with.”
“And yet, when one’s brother is already lost, is it then time to lose one’s love?” Corinne said.
“There is more at stake than just one person. There is a need. The Fatana have decreed….” Auyrn began.
But she interrupted him. “The Valiste are not marionettes, to dance to the Gods’ tunes. We are the fiddlers, not the throng.”
Music in this Chapter:
Dignity by Green Druid
Crossroads, Mindmixing and Fangorn the Forest by B. Lindner
Krakatoa by Clouseaux
Midnight Wednesday by Dave Howard
