Hashmeed

Hashmeed

I haven’t left the infirmary all night. I think most of us have stayed close. I know that Zarlon and Orion have not left. I look down at the face of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Don't get me wrong, but Pylan was beautiful in her own way. I love Pylan but I never felt the bond as strong as she did. While I was sad when she died, it also didn’t break me like I thought it would. I still wonder to this day if her mother, who was known to practise magic, didn’t cast some sort of spell to make the two of us believe we were mates. Rashinda is stunningly beautiful. Her dark strawberry blonde hair reaches to her mid-back, and her smooth as-silk alabaster white skin is flawless. I can’t wait for her to open her eyes so I can see what colour they are.

“She will be fine Elysia.” I say.

“I just wish she would wake up so we could find out what happened to them. Those two girls are way too thin and they obviously have not been taken care of in a very long time.”