Prey

Seska, huntress of the night
The flood has killed your prey
So what now will you do with your keen sight
And tendency to stray?

Seska, mistress of the dark
With flowing hair and flashing knife
What is your hope when the hum is heard?
Will it change your life?

(RPG apprentice harper) Ryni writes about (RPG candidate) Seska again. Seska's normal haunt is the storage tunnels beneath the Weyr, killing tunnel-snakes, but a flood has washed them out.
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