Chronicles 2 - Dragons of Winter Night by Dragonlance

Author:Dragonlance [Dragonlance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Gilthanas walked through the dark forest with no more noise than the shadows of night itself would

make. Occasionally he caught a glimpse of the river glistening faintly through the trees. Then he

came to a place where the water, flowing among the rocks, had become trapped in a small pool.

Here Gilthanas stopped, and here his heart almost stopped beating. He had found Silvara.

A dark circle of trees stood starkly outlined against the racing clouds. The silence of the night was

broken only by the gentle murmurs of the silver river, which fell over rock steps into the pool, and

by the splashing sounds that had caught Gilthanas's attention. Now he knew what they were.

Silvara was bathing. Oblivious to the chill in the air, the elfmaid was submerged in the water. Her

clothes lay scattered on the bank next to a frayed blanket. Only her shoulders and arms were visible

to Gilthanas's elvensight. Her head was thrown back as she washed the long hair that trailed out

behind her, floating like a dark cobweb on the darker pool. The elflord held his breath, watching

her. He knew he should leave, but he was held fast, entranced.

And then, the clouds parted. Solinari, the silver moon, though only half-full, burned in the night sky with a cold brilliance. The water in the pool turned to molten silver. Silvara rose up out of the pool.

The silver water glistened on her skin, gleamed in her silver hair, ran in shining rivulets down her

body that was painted in silver moonlight. Her beauty struck Gilthanas's heart with such intense

pain that he gasped.

Silvara started, looking around her terrified. Her wild, abandoned grace added so much to her

loveliness that Gilthanas, though he longed to speak to her reassuringly, couldn't force the words

past the pain in his chest.

Silvara ran from the water to the bank where her clothes lay. But she did not touch them. Instead,

she reached into a pocket. Grabbing a knife, she turned, ready to defend herself.

Gilthanas could see her body quivering in the silvery moonlight, and he was reminded vividly of a

doe he had cornered after a long hunt. The creature's eyes sparkled with the same fear he now saw

in Silvara's luminous eyes. The Wilder elf stared around, terrified. Why doesn't she see me?

Gilthanas wondered briefly, feeling her eyes pass over him several times. With the elvensight, he

should stand out to her like a

Suddenly Silvara turned, starting to flee from the danger she could feel, yet could not see.

Gilthanas felt his voice freed. "No! Wait, Silvara! Don't be frightened. It's me, Gilthanas ." He spoke in firm, yet hushed tones-as he had spoken to the cornered doe. "You shouldn't be out alone-it's

dangerous. . . ."

Silvara paused, standing half in silver light, half in protecting shadows, her muscles tense, ready to spring. Gilthanas followed his huntsman's instinct, walking slowly, continuing to talk, holding her

with his steady voice and his eyes.

"You shouldn't be out here alone. I'll stay with you. I want to talk to you anyway. I want you to listen to me for a moment.

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