<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Whipsers_on_the_Night_Wind.jpg)</div><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OHgJobfEzpvOzd2UFpJ_PUM-HJ0bsWFxEn7R22C7FVY/edit)<br/><br/>As the dawn's golden light painted the valley with a riot of greens and a varicolored explosion of flowers, Whispers found that she was no longer walking alone.  The copper skinned girl glanced to her right and left curiously while her feet progressed forwards as if of their own volition.<br/><br/>Whispers herself was a petite and curvacious girl of linowan extraction.  She had silky skin and supple limbs, a tight body mostly bared by a buckskin bikini and moccasins.  The hatchets at her belt were ornamented with jade and silver.  Was she a warrior too good to scar?  Or were they simply an ornament?  Like the brilliant gold sunburst holding a hen's egg sized gemstone in her naval?<br/><br/>No, it was too much for anyone with any sort of experience not to recognize the signs.  Weapons—even if normal in size—of the magical materials.  The gold of that sunburst was too bright and true to be anything but orichalcum.  Though mundane gems could be found that magnificent, combined with the rest it had to be a hearthstone.<br/><br/>Dark eyes went wide with delighted wonder when the cliff face opened and the voice spoke.  She blinked several times, then replied “Of course, gentle spirit.  My thanks for your gracious hospitality.”<em>Why does he call me mistress?</em>She glanced about at the others once more as she began to stride easily in, looking around and following the lights.  “I take it you were drawn here as well?” she inquired of the other girls.  “My name is Whispers on the Night Wind.”<br/>