Dust in the Wind

He snapped from his musings immediately and for a brief moment swore he had heard Dagan’s voice.  He turned his head, wild eyed but instead of the small brunet pup he found a girl. To him she looked like column of smoke made living; swirling greys and blacks with flecks ashes carried senselessly by the wind. He kept his thoughts to himself of course, in Bromos such observations made without the intention of courtship were considered rude.

He cleared his throat, swallowing the shock of seeing the girl and preparing to address her question. “They’re wolves the size of bugs. They have wings like dragonflies but no tails or ears.” He explained. To a pup Nymphs might have sounded like fantastical creatures but saying it to another adult, particularly one older than himself made him feel foolish. He looked away, embarrassed and cleared his throat again, if only to break the awkward silence he could feel brewing between them. “Sorry, I thought I was alone.” He grumbled, his deep voice like distant but irritable thunder.

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