Ventnor broke into a run, holding his rifle at the alert.

We raced after him; were close to the shining shapes.

And, gasping, we stopped short not a dozen paces away.
For Norhala had soared up toward the flaming rose of the Disk as though lifted by gentle, unseen hands.

Close to it for an instant she swung.

I saw the exquisite body gleam through her thin robes as though bathed in soft flames of rosy pearl.
Higher she floated, and toward the right of the zodiac.