Chapter 38 The Breaking Point

“Sigh... So boring,”said the Windmaiden.

She had her chin resting on one hand, fingers tapping her cheek in slow rhythm, voice drifting in the breeze like the echo of a forgotten song.

Then, a small pigeon beside her nudged her with its wing — once — then immediately darted aside.

The Windmaiden blinked. A shadow was growing over her.