Legends of Lasniniar Prevailing Wind coverLegends of Lasniniar: Prevailing Wind

Series: The World of Lasniniar

Arinwyn leads the Tribe of Hawk across the vast dunes of the Shifting Sands. A lone elf among humans.

The sun beats down on her head scarf like a hammer while the jingle of harnesses fills the dry air. A single shadow falls across the land from overhead in a ripple of movement.

A dragon.

Arinwyn knows the tribe cannot stand against it. But none of the tribe’s warriors want to lose status by fleeing.

Arinwyn must rely on her human companion Nasir to convince them otherwise while she tackles a much bigger problem—how to hold off the dragon.

…And what its seemingly chance presence might mean.

A short story adventure from the World of Lasniniar epic fantasy series and a follow-up to “Legends of Lasniniar: Without Wings” by Jacquelyn Smith.

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Prevailing Wind Excerpt

“You had better get ready,” Nasir said in an observational tone. He tilted his head upward to squint at the open sky from beneath the shadow of his head scarf.

Arinwyn followed the line of his gaze and swore fluently in Elvish.

A dragon was flying toward them from the west.

Despite Nasir’s calm demeanor and tone, the rest of the men traveling on horseback behind him also took notice of the dragon’s shadow approaching across the dunes. Mutters of panic quickly spread through the straggling trail of the Tribe of Hawk to reach the women and children who traveled hidden in covered wagons at the rear of the pack. Harnesses jingled and sabers rasped as men pulled them free from their sheaths.

Arinwyn stifled another stream of curses. These men could do nothing against a dragon, and they knew it. But status among the People of the Dunes was largely based on brashness and bravery in the face of danger.

None of them wanted to lose face in front of the other men—or any of the veiled women who were surely peeking out of the wagons at this point.

Arinwyn took a deep breath to steady herself, inhaling the familiar scent of horse on the dry, desert air. The sun beat down on her covered head like a hammer from the cloudless blue sky. A warm trickle of sweat slithered down the back of her neck inside the soft fabric of her head scarf.

It was going to be up to her.

“Tell them to keep riding,” she said to Nasir in a curt voice, switching back to the Common Tongue. “If they are fast enough, they might be able to reach the barrier in time.”

Nasir paused before answering. “They will not like that.”

Arinwyn whirled in her blanket-covered saddle to glare at him, her dark eyes flashing.

“They don’t have to like it. Tell them to flee, unless they want their women and children to die here with them in order to prove their bravery.”

Nasir sketched an ironic bow from his own saddle and turned his mount to address the rest of the human tribe in their own dialect. Arinwyn only managed to make out the odd word. The language was based on Common, but was different enough to be confusing, especially with the Dune People’s lilting accent. Besides, none of the tribe ever dared to speak to her directly. They were much more comfortable with Nasir as their go-between.

She ignored the exchange in favor of keeping an eye on the approaching dragon.

[Copyright © Jacquelyn Smith, 2021]

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