Woo! I'm the first to like it and say so. . . never mind.

Here's more for you people. Short. Next part'll be better.



Keenrei. The name spoke of the desolate stretches of icy plains and infinately overcast skies that characterized the planet, the keening wind and blowing snow that never ended.

The forlorn sobbing of the Fluters, shapeless beings, the Followers of the Wind, carried across the glaciers. The familiar ache rose in the listener's throat; a desperate longing that always invaded those that heard the Fluter's song. It was beautiful, glorious, but desperate and forlorn at the same time.

Tears stung at his eyes as he listened. Fine, whirling snow swirled slowly about him. The snowy mountains in the distance were clear, but the wind and sobbing strains strangely obscured his vision. Longing, and something else, clawed up his throat from his chest.

By the fur, it was beautiful. . .

Jass jerked awake. The feelings and images of the dream oddly stayed with him. What was it Angel had said? Something about Keenrei being the place of his heart.

He would let his arm heal first. Then he would go.

He had to.