“Watch out,” yelled Stefan involuntarily. “Here she comes.”
Tarkyn glanced over his shoulder and braced himself just in time to save himself from being catapulted forward by the force of her landing.
“Thanks,” said Tarkyn, chuckling. “You forgot that you were seeing that image through me. But thanks.” He reached up and stroked Bird. “And you, young lady, are a menace.” Once she was settled, he returned his attention to Stefan. “So, do you know where they are?”
“Yes. Don’t you?”
Tarkyn shook his head. “Not really. Maybe over that way somewhere,” he said, waving his hand vaguely.
Stefan smothered a laugh. “Follow me.” He looked at Marjorie and Anton. “They’re up near the grand old gum, close to the creek.”
Stefan led them out onto the road and headed left towards Highkington for severa
