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Just like my mother. The visions she saw of these people…I wished I’d asked her more about it. I wished I’d recorded some of our conversations. Now I only had my memory, and it was growing hazy. I hated that sometimes I couldn’t remember my mother’s face.
Ryena’s gaze snapped to the open doorway, and I sensed his presence before I saw him.
“Oh, you’re back early,” I commented, eyeing Sarkin as he stepped more fully into the doorway. How much had he heard? “Ryena brought some meat pies that Sammenth made. Their father’s recipe. Would you like to try one? They taste just like the skewers I used to get from the wrissan vendor in Dothik.”
Sarkin’s gaze was burning into mine, a soft understanding there, and I suddenly realized he’d likely heard all of our conversation.
“There’s somewhere I’d like to take you tonight,” Sarkin answered. “And yes, I would like to try one. Bring them—we’ll have them for our evening meal.”
“You want to leave now?” I asked, frowning, as Ryena stood, ready to excuse herself.
“No, after your instruction this afternoon. We can meet on the landing field at dusk. Dress warmly, lysi?”
He left, and I stared at the open doorway.
Ryena was smiling when she skirted the table. “You’re going to see the starfall up close tonight,” she said, her tone teasing. “How romantic.”
I flushed. “The what?”
“The celebration tonight? The starfall? It’s the time of year the Elthika begin their migration to the Tharken cliffs. It marks the begi
“Then why don’t we just stay with the horde?” I questioned, though it was more to myself, confusion swelling.
“Because he wants the best for his new bride,” Ryena teased. “Enjoy it. It’s a beautiful thing to witness.”