This time Irenya set the pace. She settled into a steady rhythm, keeping Tysin within her sight in case he tired. As they headed westward over the rolling hills of Ilketh, the clouds stretched thinner and a waning moon slipped through to hang like a pendant among the celestial chorus.
They rested on a rocky shelf facing north and away from the cool, southerly breeze. Plenty of stars out now, including my favourite. She looked at Tysin; he had wrapped himself in his cloak and his eyes were closed. Irenya watched the emerging vault above. When a pre-dawn grey softened the sky, she offered her palm to the brightest star and sang its light.
Plenty of stars out now, including my favouriteTysin stirred beside her, glanced at the light in her hand, and stretched out his long legs. ‘There is a q
