from any settlements the girl tried to free herself, a free frostbitten foot barely kicking at the Raek’s
head but she resisted.
Raising her hand, Rhyliss spoke quietly “Hossir, leave her!”.
Obedient, the Raek withdraw, slavering jaws still drooling at the prize it had found. A gloved hand
grabbed the back of Mikaela’s oversized coat the girl turning around. Before her eyes stood a grey
-skinned woman with locks of white hair coming from underneath her hood. A Winter Elf; she heardstories of these people, living in hunting parties, sometimes engaging Khadoran hunters, other timestrading.
Her mouth opened to speak in Khardic; “D…. d.. don’t hurt me. I .. I did not mean to hurt youranimal…”. Tears rolled down her red cheeks just a
s the Nyss studied her, trying to fathom what was ahuman stripling doing all the way there.A terror-filled look stared at the hungry Raek and for a brief moment, in the clutches of the Nyss she felther mind commune with the beast. Hossir seemed to calm down, approaching Rhyliss and her captive,its nostrils sniffing what it had initially taken as prey. Before a dumb-struck Rhyliss the child extendedher hand toward the Dragonspawn and it responded like a faithful hound. The elf unable still tocomprehend what happened set the child down, backing off slowly.
Thoughts filled young Mikaela’s mind, thoughts coming from this animal, this frightening predator that
stalked the snows. She felt in it hatred, insatiable hunger but also a primal intelligence, lurking in thedepths of its mind.
There was no soul but this “hound” belonging to the Nyss had intelligence.
hand touched the animal’s scaly hide and the very same moment it’s thoughts changed. Besides the
malevolence inside it moved around the child now like a dog, waiting for a command. As fear washedaway, human and Dragonspawn bonded.Rhyliss hesitated a second but recognizing something she had seen in others, she grasped the child inher arms, wrapping her in her fur cloak and resumed her trek to the Hyssar village. The human hadshown something only a few of her kind could do and if a Dragonspawn refused to hurt her it must be asign. Eager to consult her village mystic she hastened the pace. Hossir followed closely, suddenlypreoccupied with
its new charge, hissing now and then, often it’s eyeless head turning toward the
creature the elf had found.
With the first sun’s rays appearing in the east, the silhouettes of several houses appeared in the
distance, smoke coming from each. Put together by the tree line of an evergreen it seemed a welcomedestination for any traveller across the frozen wastes. Opening her eyes Mikaela could see similarWinter Elves greeting the female who carried her. Some however looked evil with spines, pointed chinsand horns.
Hossir was still in tow, snarling at the Nyss who tried to approach viciously, it’s barbed tail
flailing in their direction. Not wasting time, Rhyliss moved toward one of the central huts, followed bymost of the Nyss community, curious of the hu
man child’s identity.
Laeryll Stormshadow, Seeress of the Hyssar clan bended over a large pot, slowly twisting a woodenspoon in its contents, muttering words in the Nyss language. As the door to her hut opened she turnedto face the arrival but could not hide her surprise. Her apprentice had returned with a prize. Leaving her
instrument aside the black haired Nyss woman quickly moved toward Rhyliss’ location, grinning.