Emerging Legacy
“Even if she hadn’t noticed it herself — with all the tripping, stumbling, dropping things and running into overhangs and low branches she’d done — the others in her hunting pack weren’t about to let her forget. How unfortunate that the words “Clumsy Kelyn” rolled off their tongues so easily.
All the same, she was still alive. They couldn’t say that about Sigre, whose favorite craggy perch Kelyn now occupied, her feet dangling comfortably over the edge of a drop so far that she found herself loo...king down on the distant treetops below. She took a generous bite of the dried plum she’d brought with her to this quiet moment, and spat the pit out into the misty morning air.
She lost sight of it long before it reached the trees — though last week, she’d had no problem watching Sigre all the way down. Or hearing her, a fading scream that turned to echoes before Sigre disappeared into the pines below.
There were some who said it should have been Kelyn. Sigre had always been light of foot, always graceful on the ledges and narrow, dangerous trails of these high, craggy mountains.MoreLess
All the same, she was still alive. They couldn’t say that about Sigre, whose favorite craggy perch Kelyn now occupied, her feet dangling comfortably over the edge of a drop so far that she found herself loo...king down on the distant treetops below. She took a generous bite of the dried plum she’d brought with her to this quiet moment, and spat the pit out into the misty morning air.
She lost sight of it long before it reached the trees — though last week, she’d had no problem watching Sigre all the way down. Or hearing her, a fading scream that turned to echoes before Sigre disappeared into the pines below.
There were some who said it should have been Kelyn. Sigre had always been light of foot, always graceful on the ledges and narrow, dangerous trails of these high, craggy mountains.MoreLess
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