It was early evening when we landed in Barresh. Walking down from the ramp, carrying the tank and both temperature retaining suits, I couldn’t believe how I’d once thought Barresh was hot. The air was soft and humid. The breeze full of earthy scents.
The craft kept its engines running. Ours was a quick set-down and departure. The pilot was very keen to leave again. Most likely she was hoping to get back before the spots in Ezhya’s new guard were decided. It also occurred to me that Ezhya had not been overly concerned that he had no protection.
Now that the tension was gone, fatigue washed over me.
I almost fell asleep in the train to the gamra island. Thayu and Nicha sat talking over my head. Veyada and Sheydu looked decidedly out of sorts. They’d be ill with adaptation for the next few
