Chapter Six
Dreams of Flight and Fire
An elf woman with a spiky, white crest of hair sat on a boulder at the foot of the Copper Mountains, staring out at the Western Shifting Sands. A hot breeze blew across the dunes, which gleamed in the late afternoon sun. The same light glimmered against her golden skin, revealed by the unwound burnoose resting around her shoulders. She sniffed at the dry air, grateful to be close to the desert that had become her home.
Her dreams had awakened her. Again. She seemed to be having them more frequently. The strange thing was, they seemed to come from two very different sources. The first involved an experience of flying, which was nothing new to her, but in her dream, she had feathered wings, and drifted over a strange land she did not recognize. It alm
