It’s been a while since I had a guest post on this blog; too long, in my humble opinion. So, today, I have something different: a short story by my friend and sometime-contributor, Cyndera. This story (or rather, partial, as it will be posted in serial format), titled Conjured in Gold, is one to which I am partial, as I was fortunate to have some input into the direction it took during the writing process. Rather than hosting it here, I’ll be linking to it on Cyndera’s own blog; you can check it out there. Happy reading!
“You can’t be serious, Arlia. We have talked about this. More than once! You know how rare winged souls are!”
The tall, elderly man, dressed in scarlet-red robes, stood in the middle of the town’s library in front of massive wooden shelves filled with thousands of books and tomes, his voice a mix of disbelief, annoyance and amusement. His grey hair, once so short that it barely covered even the highest tip of his ears, was now touching his shoulders, clearly marking him as an Elder. The hair blended in with his pale complexion but contrasted sharply with is his dark-green eyes, which were now fixed on a young woman standing right in front of him. She wore a silken, white robe with delicate embroidery at the sleeves. Her white hair merged almost completely with the flowing fabric. Her arms crossed over her chest, she glared at the taller figure with bright, blue eyes.