43: Dreams and Spells
A woman stands on the riverbank, watching the tumult of the crystalline water. She wears a dress of midnight, falling in many thin, fluttering layers over her silvery blue skin. Her wings ripple with the deepest blues and purples, and they sparkle in the sunlight. Her figure is statuesque, and long, blue-black raven tresses tumble gracefully from her head almost to the backs of her knees. She turns, revealing that her eyes are as infinitely deep and dark as the sky in the middle of the night. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she smiles. Her voice is musical, lilting, inviting. “You have worked hard, and you are weary. Come to me, and I will give you rest.” She waits for an answer, but none is forthcoming. “You have no business with the task you have been given,” she continues smoothly. “You
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