“Me pap used to say he’d had a son to chase each of the Four
Winds,” Shep’s voice whispered from out of the darkness.
Meri started, almost forgetting to keep cover beneath the
dune’s shadow. Shep made use of his elbows to crawl up beside her and nudged
her with his shoulder. “Couldn’t keep your nose out of it, could you?” he asked
without rancor.
Disdaining response, she turned her eyes back to the
moonless night and the gliding black shadow spiraling in and out of view against
a brilliant, blistering starfield. Biting her lip, she croaked, “He can fly?”
To be continued...
To be continued...
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