( … continued)
" No!"
Autumn's voice cut through the humming air, sharp as a blade, without any hesitation.
She stepped forward, Jasper's little hand still in hers, her chin high and her eyes blazing with shimmering hurt. "This is my son, Jasper Ulfsen! He has nothing to do with that murderer…"
The words spat from her lips like venom, and the fire in her tone left no room for doubt.
From the mist, a figure emerged…a small,elderly woman with grey deadlocks tied in a bun that defied gravity…draped in flowing robes the color of twilight. One hand over her glowing staff, while the other rested casually on her hip.
Her eyes, however, softened as they met Autumn's fury, sparking with both understanding and a strange sorrow.
"Alright, alright," the woman said gently, her voice carrying that lilting calm that always disarmed. "No need to get all worked up, Autumn. You know I am always on your side."
