Mesiande's Story - Part Three

"Why yah moping Mesi?" Gregor plopped down beside his friend. He was a light-hearted Daezun with a penchant for mischief. However, today he was serious for Mesiande was usually just as bright and now she sat with tear stained cheeks at the river's edge. The sun was dropping slowly behind the hill and the refraction of the clouds bathed the small clearing in shimmering golds. The water tumbled and frothed over rocks in a cascade of noise like a thousand voices.  Mesiande was caught in a b...