Chapter 103. The Call of Chaos

SAELYNA

Sigrid is the girl’s name, though she doesn’t exactly introduce herself. I found out when Ryon asked her to show us to our accommodations. Her face was blank when she led us away, each of us as reluctant as the other to leave.

“Fear not, my friends. You are safe here,” Ryon had said. He looked like something out of one of the books about the Seven, like Aranon on the edge of the world, watching over his flock. “Rest up. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Presently, Sigrid leads us back through the camp, with that dark air of silence wrapping itself around her being. Up close, I notice the long lashes that lies hooded over dark brown or hazel eyes; I can tell when with the glow of lights around us.

I’m distracted when someone bumps into me. A child, about six years of age, with long blue hair and eyes that sparkle much like Ryon’s. He grins up at me, with the same charm that makes me smile as well, then he bolts away, laughing wholeheartedly as another child