Broken Charm

The breeze whispered of tranquility in the leaves. Vibrant tall grass swayed in the field as a woman stood still. The rich green fabric of her floor length dress rippled. Twin ribbons held her long white hair up in relaxed knots. Stray strands floated in the moving air. Her battle cane held loosely in her right hand as the left absently toyed with a cracked hematite pendant. Her earthen colored eyes squinted as she watched the Hunters party ahead of her. Resting and in high spirits, their laughter could be heard. Continue reading