Excerpt.

I was inspired. Here you go.

"You are wondering about Augusta."

"Not wondering…worrying Ilian…"

The tavern owner set down the rag on the wooden table she was currently cleaning and sat herself upon the bench holding her head in a hand. Blonde tresses hung in her face and blue eyes looked very dim in the candle light. The bartender she spoke to approached the table, his dirty blond hair pulled back into a low ponytail, and green eyes gazing upon the weary woman.

"Mirishka, she's a woman now and she is apprentice to one of the finest men in the city. He'll take care of her."

"But I promised Svetlana…"

"Our tavern wench knows you do your best to help care for the youth and she know damned well that her daughter was destined to become a legend. "

"What about my legendary girl?"

Svetlana approached. Her eyes were an periwinkle blue and her dark black curls cascaded down her back. The woman was a curvy sort, men liked that in a healthy woman. The chemise she wore was very low and the bodice just emphasized her plentiful assets.

"Mirishka is worrying about her once more Svetlana."

"Oh Miri you need to lighten up. If my girl has my fire and her father's strength and courage she'll be fine. Besides that Sebastian fellow she's with will care for her."

"I'm not worried about that!" Mirishka huffed shooting a slight glare to her tavern wench.

"Then what is it?"

"She has the gift, Svetlana…"

The gift. A magical talent only few possessed. Augusta had it. Svetlana sighed heavily and sat across from her friend.

"I know Miri…I've known for a very long time that she's had it…and I know exactly what could happen if she cannot hone it…"

Svetlana was quite serious when she spoke. Deep down, she knew that her daughter had been born with the gift…otherwise she wouldn't have vibrant violet eyes.