Daughter Of The Wind --Western Wind

by Sandra Elsa

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  Back at camp, Pink dug through the packs and came up with some biscuits they cooked the previous night, and some venison they had smoked at Dylan’s. She put a pan on the fire and warmed them up, added some Prailan eggs she had found and by the time Johann stirred, breakfast was ready. When they were done eating, she cleaned up. Some of the venison and eggs found their way into a pile with most of the leftover biscuits, just outside camp.

  They packed their belongings and continued on their way to Relante. A half-mile down the road a thought brushed her mind, gentle and gracious, “I thank you Lady Bellana. This is the best meal I’ve eaten, within memory.”