Wildhafer: a maidens' trail

Allora and Adalla stood on the balcony with their silky raven-black hair uncovered and hanging to mid-back in their formless flowing gossamer nightgowns. Around the neck of each was a long necklace with a stone pendant. They were gazing out at the horizon and where the forest obscured the end of the road. Allora was resting her folded arms on a pillow perched on the edge of the balcony. Clouds obscured the stars so the sky was pitch black except for the large red moon.  “I can’t wait,” Allora said with a grin. “Shouldn’t they have arrived by now? Maybe they aren’t coming,” Adalla shrugged.  “They will come,” Allora said with certainty. “Let’s relax on the bed,” Adalla said before yawning. “Alright.”  Allora left the pillow on the edge. Soon after they had got into bed, Adalla fell asleep. Allora was content to gaze at the crackling fire from her position beneath the sheets. A moment after Adalla began snoring there was the sound of a rock hitting their wall ou...

  Brown liquid and half-digested carrots fell to the ground. Suetaera coughed and sputtered in the shadow of a tree. When she heard humming, she hid behind a bush. A tickling caught the back of her throat as she held back a cough, but could only do so for a moment. The source of the humming was on the other side of a vegetation. The humming stopped when Suetaera coughed loudly.  "Mistress Suetaera is that you?"  The sick young woman looked up to see a tall woman holding a bundle of sticks. She had small light brown eyes, thin lips, wavy dark brown hair and a fleshy nose. Suetaera stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  "Hello Heilgi. Sorry, I-" "Are you alright mistress?" the woman asked with concern. "Yes fine, thank you," she replied with a dismissive hand as she suppressed another cough. "Are you sick again?" Heilgi asked. "A... again?"  "Yes I heard you throwing up yesterday morning as well, although I did...