Wednesday, September 15, 2010
The winds were back and Finna's mind felt addled, empty. It was too dark to see the moonstone clearly. Through the snow-laden trees she saw a light approaching and when a woman emerged she sucked in her breath. Her dress was made of cobwebs, her silvery hair filled with spiders. In her hand she held a lantern. "I am Vasilia," she said, "Goddess of the wind. I have come to lead you to shelter."