Star paused as she waited for the gust of wind to finish its twirling, shifting flow around her. It wasn’t bad, but there were occasional gusts that threatened to unbalance her. She stood straight until it passed, the long staff in her hands tilting ever so slightly when she needed the additional balance on one side or the other. The shoes she had on were softer than the boots in the bag on her back. She kept the small crossbow and arrow tucked securely under the bag.
She stared straight ahead, feeling carefully with her toes as her eyes focused on the image at the end of the wire that she had in her head. She had descended from her hiding place just after dark and stepped onto the wire. She estimated she had just under a hundred meters to the tower.
She had paused four times as gusts ga
