Alixandrina Flandery McDermitt the Third (Part 1)
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#Wss366 #Dragon #ScribesAndMakers Alix could finally see daylight
What I’d feared began soon after I summited the pass. The heavens opened up, and the rain came pelting down. By all rights, I shouldn’t have been flying, but the other option was a hard climb up a rocky, narrow trail etched through shale fields that was reputed to be haunted by bandits. All in all, being buffeted by the winds that tore at my black robes and tangled my long, ashen hair seemed the wisest choice.
Still, there was a limit to how much I dared, and with lightning threatening, I landed in a rugged dale that promised shelter.
And who was this daredevil with amethyst eyes and a shiny mage’s star on her cloak?
Why, of course, it was I, the young, beautiful Elaina the Ashen Witch. Who else?
Once on the ground, I made my way across the snowfields to a twisted copse of alpine pines. Under their protection, I could keep the rain off and build a small fire of pinecones and branches. It would have been cozy watching the flames dance in the draft that seeped through the leafy umbrella of my resting spot, except for the storm’s keening.
There was something else, too: a moaning that didn’t seem to be from the restless air. The sound was thin and whiny, yet had a bass quality that precluded it from being the wind or a ghost. During a lull, I made out the words: “Help! Let Alix out.” No, it definitely wasn’t a spirit; perhaps it was a wayfarer like myself.
At first, I considered ignoring it. One could never tell if a fellow wanderer would be grateful and offer a reward or be a bandit who would murder you in your bed. But after wrapping my cloak around myself and attempting to sleep, I gave up. Who could rest with that dreadful whining?
[Continued in next post]


