No Soaring~
Isobel Callan
Glenayre, Aleron
Isobel rode the ascent to Glenayre’s gate, satisfied the day’s rounds. The Dooly boy’s broken arm was healing well, and Jeb’s young wife was still a few weeks away from delivering their first baby. Daor Ranald rode beside her in comfortable silence, a rarity for her ordinarily chatty companion.
“What are you thinking about, Ranald?”
“Wind velocity, my lady,” he said, snapping out of his reverie. “Caderyn posed a question recently that set me thinking. I ought to help the boys build an anemometer.”
“Fascinating,” she smiled as they passed through the gate.
She was surprised to see Seth waiting on the manor steps. He beckoned them over, and she caught a salty wave of irritation. He waved a message scroll in his hand. A bird had flown in from
