Chapter 17 TALULLAH
“What medium do you think you’ll prefer?” Beck asked the group as they walked. “For Scrying, I mean.”
Lynx shook her arms, her bracelets jangling. “Well, you know me. I like anything wearable.”
“I’m partial to mirrors,” Jothi said. “I think they give the most accurate picture. And sometimes they show us things we don’t expect. Talullah?”
“I don’t know. Globes?” She thought of Gwen Caprico peering into her own globe, sending messages and watching over others. Was she watching now? After how they’d left things at the Hidden Market, did she even care what happened to Talullah? “Or water, maybe.”
“You’re brave. Water is the hardest,” Beck said. “At least for me. It’s always changing. The reflection is never clear. It’s hard to tell whether it’s telling the truth or whe
