24. Almost a CloakmakerAiden woke to find the tent empty and bright daylight streaming in through the cracks of the door. He rolled over and buried his head in the blankets. His eyelids were heavy and he let them close once more, but his mind rapidly whirred into wakefulness. Thoughts came from all sides at once. The Ahote Village. Branwyn and the Tree Spirit. Iolair soaring. The Silver Eagle piercing through dark waters. Falkor whispering in the night.
Aiden sat up and sighed. There would be no more sleep, no matter how much he wanted it.
Stretching, he got up and went outside, stifling a yawn. Signy was sitting there in the sunshine, a pile of cloth next to her, needle and thread in hand.
“I thought you were going to sleep the day away,” she said brightly.
“What time is it?” said Aid
