This follows from last week’s snippet. No luck yet on a cable for my ancient external hard drive. (There’s no guarantee this will be on there anyhow.)
She had sensed his presence before he spoke, and she turned to face him. “Thank you,” she replied, studying him.
He was tall and muscular, his build and stance speaking of a lifetime of training in the ways of war, and she found herself wondering how he came to belong here, in this haven.
“Do you seek sanctuary for the night, Traveler?” His words were formal, but his voice and eyes were warm.
“I…” Kestra hesitated. She knew the city would be more dangerous at night, but the sense of urgency from the Call was growing. “I am seeking someone,” she finished, not sure how much she could tell him.