“It worried about its companions and it was frightened for itself. She had never felt the white mists so close before. The bluff Enos peered through the young saplings and down the side of the bluff. It was shaped like a large anvil, with the thin portion covering the river like half a bridge. The underside of the overhang was blackened with the smoke of many fires. Travelers camped there, near the water, under the natural protection, and she let them, as long as they did not harm her bluff.... She could smell the smoke, feel the worry of the white mists, but she could see nothing. She decided to tap, to reach into the white mists’ mind and see through its eyes. She let her mind slide inside the bluff, crawl through the land, and up into the white mists’ mind. Her mind skidded against wall after wall after wall, falling in an Enos trap, lost inside the white mists. He was (blocked), searching for (blocked) and hoping, hoping– She screamed as she surfaced, and from below, she heard an echoing scream, male and human, high and powerful.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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