Serene and peaceful footsteps… then a woman in a white robe stepped out of the camp, her feet were bare but not a single speck of dust could be seen on them. The whole village center quietened down as soon as she appeared.
She looked gentle, and a kind smile lingered on her face as she slowly sat down on a small wooden log that was placed on a raised ground. The bark on it looked fresh.
Riktor's eyes gleamed up when he noticed who she was. He had seen her before — she was with the two other women in the first carriage. Now that she was alone, she looked so beautiful, but still nothing compared to the person he saw in the third carriage.
'Was that even a person?'
