Foolishness mayhaps or chivalry perchance; it was now
but a matter of heart. Staggering, entering the
clearing where watchers lurked and leered possibly to
sever her youth to the kiss of death, though
unsuspecting to the fact they were there...Corellon
and his men upon steeds white as snow and temperate
breath, men dressed in the mantle of forest and gilded
noble crests. Unsuspecting...so fate yet again had
dealt a challenge or aid; nothing would be known or
certain until the barriers of illusion had been
released and steeds mounted charging running with the
speed of the wind as if graced by icy wings of a dove.
Janel did sense something, faint but tangible. Even in
the confusion of interior turmoil her quintessence
stirred a scent, a sound, a faint nickering of
mythical beast...but obscure. Another anguish etched
deep (cont)



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