Robsia
Masterharper
This is the prologue of the second book in the Time Watchers series, whcih I have only just started.
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He stood on the gently inclined hillside, bracing himself against the stiff breeze that rippled the grasses and ruffled his hair. He could feel the cool of the earth beneath his bare feet, the slight prickliness of the crushed vegetation. He looked up into the infinite deep. A blanket of softest black velvet hung high above him, sprinkled with diamonds and pinned with a softly gleaming silver disc. He breathed in the air of this unspoiled world, filling his lungs, flinging his arms out wide. Then he spread his white wings and sprang into the cool night, aloft on the currents, swooping low over the settlements, seeing their small fires burning below – lowly earthly reflections of the far distant stars.
And he saw that it was good.
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He stood on the gently inclined hillside, bracing himself against the stiff breeze that rippled the grasses and ruffled his hair. He could feel the cool of the earth beneath his bare feet, the slight prickliness of the crushed vegetation. He looked up into the infinite deep. A blanket of softest black velvet hung high above him, sprinkled with diamonds and pinned with a softly gleaming silver disc. He breathed in the air of this unspoiled world, filling his lungs, flinging his arms out wide. Then he spread his white wings and sprang into the cool night, aloft on the currents, swooping low over the settlements, seeing their small fires burning below – lowly earthly reflections of the far distant stars.
And he saw that it was good.
