I took a break from the computer while my wrists recovered from the mad typing up of performance reviews. Then I made the wondrous discovery that while writing during football games is near-impossible, editing works quite well.
Anyway, here's the beginning of "Shadow Hunt." If you've read "Mayfly Night" or "Beneath Their Masks", this is another tale of the Miirazenu that I plan to put up as a free read once done.
Rialis heard the horns of the hunt calling as she rode through Eyrim Forest. She checked her mare, then dismounted and began disrobing. The only thing she left was a red cord tied around her wrist. The rest she tried to shove into her saddlebags, but the horse snorted and danced aside.
"Stay still," she said, seizing the reins and forcing it to heed her words. "I need to get there before they find real game."
The horns again, closer this time. She stretched, skimming her awareness along every inch of her body, to the very fingertips, then shifted.
The mare whinnied this time, alarmed. Rialis streaked away before it could draw someone's attention. Hadn't she warned Lord Mazan that she needed a calm steed?
No matter, now. Her paws carried her swiftly toward the hunt. The forest was rich with aromas and texture, but she didn't allow those to distract her. She had her own prey to pursue.
She broke through the brush to sudden cries.
"A fox!"
"After it!"
And the baying of hounds.
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