<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Whipsers_on_the_Night_Wind.jpg)</div>Whispers on the Night Wind<br/><br/>Petite to the point of tiny, but hard bodied and curvacious, Whispers on the Night Wind sat on a the branch of a great oak overlooking the camp sight.<br/><br/>The copper skinned girl's powerful armaments were stashed Elsewhere.  Anyone who didn't known better would see only a Linowan girl—old enough for love but perhaps not old enough to know better—climbing a tree in a buckskin loincloth and bikini top.   She<em>did</em>have a hefty dagger strapped to her shapely right thigh, and there was a massive emerald set into her naval, surrounded by a golden sunburst.<br/><br/>The horses cropped up the grass happily.  Her unit's seven strix—lead by her own noble mount Echoes of the Starlight—were free of their tack to range off into the night in search of a proper meal. Five of her unit—petite, curvy girls like herself, but from all over this half of Creation—sported naked in a nearby stream, splashing each other and laughing like the girls they were supposed to be—not like the runaway slaves and hardened soldiers cruel fate had made of them.<br/><br/>Fate couldn't be too cruel, if the girls could still do such things.<br/><br/>Whispers looked up between the branches at the velvet dome of the night sky.  She could make out a scattering of distant points of light.  As she watched, a silver streak trailed just past Venus, the maiden of Serenity.<br/><br/>“It's a beautiful night.”<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/Hitomi-tanaka24.jpg)</div><br/>The last of her original unit—before she'd gathered a circle of solars around her—was Hitomi.  Rather than sporting with the other girls, this raven haired beauty from the Blessed Isle tended a cauldron over the fire.  Singing softly, she stirred the beans, rice, vegetables, and salt pork now and again, sometimes adding a few more chopped peppers, wild onions, or seemingly random spices.<br/><br/>Having already bathed and doffed her armor with the first wave of girls into the stream, Hitomi's skin gleamed softly in the fire light.  She wore a black bikini while taking her ease.<br/><br/>Whispers eyed her loyal and gentle hearted soldier tenderly, then regarded the rest of the camp.  Goldheart, her cousin from a nearby village, sat with her latest book.  “one day you're going to teach me how to read those things,” she whispered, smile growing.  Goldheart was the oldest among them.  The first to exalt and a sorceress commanding power few could dream of even before the Sun touched her with his power.<br/><br/>Then there was Fluttering Starfall—timid and meek, she seemed an odd choice for the Sun's blessing.  But no one who'd ever heard her spin a tale could doubt the greatness of the second oldest in their company.<br/><br/>Crimson Shadow, alluring and mysterious.  How did the beautiful assassin—the youngest of their fellowship—keep such a gentle heart?  She'd been raised from before she could remember as a spy and a killer in service to a demon cult.  Very quietly, Whispers repeated her oath.  “Varden Kale, traitor to the Dragon's Blood, King of Harrwodale, Slave to Hell.  For the corruption of innocence.  For the crimes of torture, rape and tyranny, I swear by the power the Sun has given me.  You<em>will</em>die by my hand.”<br/><br/>Finally her eyes moved to the newest of their fellowship.  Kaguya.  Exorcist, demon hunter, prophet, and more.  The Zenith Caste girl was a holy warrior who’s weapon of choice probably weighted more than Whispers did!<br/><br/>Not long ago, her friends had come across a town plagued by a murderer.  He was hiding the bodies of his many victims which unleashed a plague of hungry ghosts.<br/><br/>The beautiful warrior—not much taller than Whipsers but vastly stronger—had raven black hiar with rose red bangs.  She grinned happily.<em>High time we made her welcome properly.  Maybe Kaguya will let me brush her hair?</em>