Aster Fall (Guardian of Aster Fall Book 2) by David North

Author:David North [North, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: High Peak Publishing
Published: 2021-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

Aster Fall 30: Siwaha

Siwaha’s house was a small, elegant cabin with walls made from some thick hide that was tightly stretched between wooden supports. The frame arched to form a square enclosure about twenty feet across.

The thatch of the roof above was a verdant blue-green grass that smelled like snow and winter flowers, with a faint hint of wintergreen.

On the floor, a mat of woven grasses was warm from the fire that sat to one side of the house, which was banked to a low, red heat.

Overall, it was a refreshing, gentle place that complemented and contrasted the elder’s commanding nature.

He wasn’t sure what to expect from his mother’s old friend, but the first impression was her strength.

From the weight of her aura, she was the strongest person he’d met so far and probably past her First Evolution.

He wasn’t sure why she had held back in the battle.

Perhaps she had been guarding the village or its hearthstone, acting as a last line of defense.

Or perhaps she wasn’t much good at attacking, depending on her class.

Her blessing had been useful, so perhaps that was her focus. He still wasn’t able to analyze her for more information.

As they entered, she showed them to low seats, which were cushions that rested on the grass mat.

Siwaha turned to the fireplace on the far side, filled a kettle with water, and placed it over the coals, which she began to stir to a higher heat.

So far she hadn’t spoken.

Echoes of the injuries flickered through his bones like a ghost, so he took the time while she was busy to clear his mind. He also sorted through the items he’d gained, putting everything away.

The Outsiders’ dimensional bags were from this world and nothing special, but the items inside were strange.

When he had some time, he’d have to investigate what the shaman’s dagger, amulet, and the bone shards were. Perhaps he could break down the shards to figure out their purpose.

A spellbook, talismans made from essence, some version of a scroll...weapons, money?

There were a lot of possibilities.

It didn’t take him long to finish. While he sorted things, no one felt the need to speak.

The silence in the cabin was peaceful, a quiet rest like deep snow on mountain peaks.

It pressed down on his shoulders with a gentle weight and he found himself relaxing, like there was a heavy blanket calming his mind.

The fire was built from some strange, thick grass that was similar to the thatch in the roof. As it burned, it let out threads of smoke that drifted through the room like winter wisps, idly twisting through the air in cloudy spheres and curls.

The smoke tickled his nose and eyes with a scent like silverleaf pine and green apples.

Siwaha pulled out a few small bags from a chest and took some herbs from them, which she started to prepare for tea.

Her hands flickered as she combined items, and there was a swirl of subtle, shifting magic in her gestures.

Gentle, icy mana streamed around her, especially her hands, and poured into the herbs.

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