Wythen

Wythen gestured wordless invitation at the seats across from her.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

When she opened her eyes to the pale gray light of a winter's morning, Wythen leapt out of bed heedless of the cold flagstone floor.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

When Wythen came in sight they turned away, or laughed outright.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

The whole crowd of councilors shifted in displeasure, but the fellow winked at Wythen.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

Wythen threw another scoop of coal on the fire and sat back, the book in her lap.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

Both times Wythen suddenly found herself trudging the road, footsore and far from where she'd been, all her possessions on her back, with a headache like a spike driven into her brow.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

Wythen nodded, struggling to regain her composure.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

Wythen began to trace the outer edge of the circle, trickling a precise handful of sea salt.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

Wythen sat bolt upright, her mouth wide as she gasped.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996

Real sleep claimed Wythen; for the first time since autumn she rested.

In Celebration Of Lammas Night Lackey, Mercedes 1996