"....The wind from the approaching storm
whipped her hair about, the ends lashing quickly at her face before she
could capture the wild tendrils with her hands and tie it back. The
knight’s sword dropped, tip first into the damp sand and he leaned on it
for support. Clearly relieved, his gaze followed the line of his sword
into the sand.
“Thank the gods its only you.” He muttered." c2012 - Sierra Sugar
*actually this is part of a story that I started back in 2001 that I've been editing and adding to. It's just a collection of excerpts and chapters that I hope to finish into a full story one day.
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