I thought of the story I’d been told as a child. The first Keeper – a noble warrior, injured, dying, saved only by the hlep of a lone wolf. The reward of being elevated. The bond of service and love that couldn’t be broken.
“I didn’t realize I needed to point out that if we are attacked by a fire-breathing bitch, you can change forms.”
Darkness enveloped the sky by the time I wearily pushed open my front door. Tranquil piano nocturnes lilted through the house, the sound track of my parents’ ritual on nights they didn’t patrol the mountain. Chopin in the air, a glass of wine in my mother’s hand or a tumbler of whiskey in my father’s. Tonight my father would be nestled in his leather chair while my mother roamed the forest near Haldis.
Leo neemt Noura en Dolfje mee op reis met een luchtballon, waar zullen ze eindigen en wat voor avonturen zullen ze beleven.
