songsmith

The songsmith could make out only a word here and there.

The songsmith inclined her head as she would have to a human.

The songsmith had spilled blood before, but never like this.

The songsmith closed her eyes, knowing that she could not hold on much longer.

Taking a deep breath, the songsmith launched into her story.

Rising, the young man looked down at the songsmith, then extended his hand to help her up.

But when he held out a chunk to the songsmith, she shook her head.

The songsmith concentrated on filling her mind with the music.

"I thought it was too dangerous for you," Songsmith said.

The bird looked straight at the songsmith and screamed again.

I know of a place where you may find help in your quest, songsmith."

"Again it seems that you were speaking the truth, songsmith.

Songsmith shook his head, sighed and ordered a round for the table.

The songsmith glanced down at the leg, but the light was too dim for her to see clearly.

The songsmith held her silence, forcing the newcomer to speak first.

The songsmith gulped, then raised the hand she still held to her cheek.

"Here," the songsmith said, pointing to a spot just behind her ear.

The songsmith took a deep breath; then she nodded.

"Fortunately, their numbers are small, and appear to be dwindling," the songsmith said.

Seeing his face, the songsmith knew that now it was she who was in great danger.

The songsmith hesitated, then halted, knowing the Adept was right.

"No need," the songsmith said, returning the younger woman's hug.

The songsmith blinked, startled; then the fleeting impression was gone.

Marjorie's parents though want her to marry someone traditionally successful, and a songsmith is not what they had in mind.

The songsmith yawned suddenly, widely, until her jaws nearly cracked.