Return 13 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) The man who sank down on the ground offered no immediate threat, though Tyrel stayed ready. “I already did choose,” he said in clear, if somewhat accented, Enodian. “I saw Faiga above us, she’s a very large owl, and when I realized what they were doing I tried to get Kaveri under cover but Faiga attacked too quickly. Sahen wasn’t up yet, I couldn’t explain. I didn’t know they were going to, I was only supposed to watch.” Drawn in on himself as he was, he looked miserable. He certainly wasn’t local, not with that …

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Return 13 pt1

Kaveri, adding to her soup pot salted meat that she had diced small with some effort, watched Kieran circle the lot yet again. With only the two of them still at the camp in the dusk, he was making quite certain that any potential intruder saw him and knew he was on the alert. That, and he was working off some of his emotional agitation. Staying here while Narcissa kept her promise of a visit, with Lysandra and Tyrel accompanying her openly and the cats keeping watch unseen, was not something he found easy to swallow. Kaveri and the others …

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Return 12 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Back at the campsite, he found Kieran pacing warily along one stretch of the lot frontage, his attention fixed on a couple of underfed adolescent boys. Tyrel moved up behind them quietly, and said, “The healer will see anyone, you know.” They both started and spun around, grabbing for what he figured were weapons under the oversized shirts. He just smiled at them, arms crossed, making no move towards his own more formidable and quite visible weapons. Drawing a blade on these children would be outright murder, even though one was near his height and …

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Return 12 pt1

It turned into an extremely busy day. Patients showed up for Narcissa in such a steady stream that she began to leave more and more of the actual treatment—cleaning and covering shallow sores and wounds, measuring out medicines—to Lysandra. Tyrel was glad they’d discussed the question of when to halt for the day. Human eyes would begin to strain to perceive necessary details after dusk, and what oil they had was better used for food. She had agreed, with mixed feelings, to stop seeing patients when the natural light dropped significantly. Otherwise, it wasn’t impossible the line would continue right …

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Return 11 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) “That is what the other earthborn fear. It is not so much for their own existence. When an earthborn dies, the land dies, and all that grows on it. All life depends on them. There are many, many earthborn, but the loss of one is a loss to all life.” Kieran growled, hackles rising. “Kieran says fight,” Tyrel said, probably unnecessarily. “And I’m with him. We don’t let them get away with this. They crawl out of Ilek empty-handed or, better yet, they don’t leave alive. If worst comes to worst, the rest of you …

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