What Is~
Ava Buchanan
Dundarien
Snowed in at Dundarien. No Taegan. No Rory. Not even Grandfather’s visits to break the monotony. Ava brooded, alone with her farsight and her patterns. And her Papa. Earlier in the week, Mama’s birthday had sent him crawling back into the seclusion of the tower again. And there he would stay, like a bear in his cave, until spring came, and Uncle Seth dragged him out again.
Ava opened a drawer in her writing desk and pulled a loose-bound sheaf of paper from the leather satchel that had already crossed the Atlassia far more times than she could ever hope to do. Just the sight of Lamochatee’s handwriting usually lifted her gloomiest mood. So confident and honest in its form, his bold script reminded her of a time when she’d looked forward to living the stor
