Bright Star Quest I The Book of BaysilChapter 9 Baysil the Lame
He woke as Kletta wriggled out of their blankets. The air was clear and cold, and the sun's rays tinted the peaks with their blankets of snow fantastic shades of orange and pink. Higher peaks to either side already gleamed white, and from a distant cone a plume of vapor drifted down the wind. He breathed deep of the mountain air, stretching and bending to work the kinks out of his muscles. Even his leg felt good. This kind of work was as nothing to the hard marching they'd been doing, and...