Suddenly she came to a sharp halt, her entire body swaying as a sudden fierce desire raced through her, setting her fur on end, causing her to clutch the pommel of her sword with an iron grip. Spinning about, her face set in a rictus snarl, she almost took a step back toward the chapel, the sudden nearly overwhelming need that claimed her urging her forward. She did not take that step though; she found she could not. A sudden panic had arisen within her along with that burning desire, subsuming it in terror and causing her to fall limply against one of the cold granite balustrades of the arcade through which she was walking. Sucking in a steadying breath, she shook her head in confusion and continued on her way, her steps once more subdued. What she could not understand, though, was why she suddenly had that sudden desire to slay Father Hough.
Ah, what a wonderful premonition, or at least, reminder, of what you had planned for poor Llyn in a subsequent tale! I noted that sword several times. It was, in some ways, inspiration to me with Kayla and the dragon blades in one of my recent tales.
Very nice my friend! A wonderful look into Metamor's recent past. :-) May He bless you and keep you in His grace and love, Charles Matthias !DSPAM:4c3cfa9f201461804284693! _______________________________________________ MKGuild mailing list [email protected] http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild
