Lysandra huddled under the eaves of a roof, tight against the wall and praying she was hidden by shadow, while the owl swooped back and forth. She’d barely escaped its talons twice in fleeing from the walled compound, and wasn’t sure how often she could continue to do so. At least it seemed to have lost her for now: it felt like she’d been hiding here for hours, though it had probably been minutes.
What was she going to do?
Her sister’s whereabouts were unknown. Obviously her deception had fallen through, but that didn’t mean she’d been captured. In fact, it was unlikely she had. Lysandra had caught a glimpse, while dodging the owl, of a figure she thought was Juro being dragged to the outbuilding the others were in, but she dared not linger. She’d be no help dead.
What help could she be alive? She was alone, five of her family and one ally going into that building but not coming out. Even the donkeys and Ander were gone. She couldn’t find or reach Narcissa, and it probably wasn’t safe currently to try.
She needed to add something more to the equation in order to change the result of it. If she was alone… then change that. She knew of someone, a group of someones, who were familiar with spirit-creatures and, if not exactly on her family’s side, shared a common enemy.
She peeked out to look for the owl, and caught a glimpse of green-gold in the sky back in the direction she’d come from. That should give her time to get to where she needed to be.
The temple offered a clear landmark that was hard to miss, and from here, she could estimate which house was Onyeka’s. It could complicate matters if anyone saw her change, so probably she should go to their camp where she could get out of sight briefly first.
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