Whispercrest

If the thought that Nuxvar was the most unwelcoming place in Dergesier ever crossed their minds, then Whispercrest had put that thought aside. If unwelcoming was a person, it would be Whispercrest. The town was a desolate place and hardly did they see a living soul cross their path. Lyra was cautious and felt vulnerable even as she rode her horse steadily with Ryder to her left and Xanth to her right, leaving Iris to follow behind.

She shivered underneath the thick cloak she had on and she knew it was not because of the cold. The snow had settled here thick and it was still coming down heavily, there was no sign of foot prints in the snow left behind by someone who had walked by.

She swallowed and from the corner of her eye, glanced over to Ryder. He sat up straight on the horse, his senses heightened and sharp, his eyes darting from the left to the right and she could tell that he tried to smell the air. She would give anything right now to be seated with Ryder on the same horse. In