Adara grew quite serious then, unable to hold back the question that had been harassing her mind ever since the old woman had appeared. “Kaleos…my family…are…are they dead?” Please Gods, let them be safe.
“I believe they are safe, child,” Kaleos said, patting her hands.
“Where are they?” Lucius asked. “You said they had a wagon and horses? Where did they go?”
Kaleos grew silent, her eyes then searching the olive grove for unfriendly eyes. When she felt certain it was safe, she paused and looked up at Lucius. There was, however, a sudden change in her aspect, as if her eyes cleared and stared more deeply into him than they had up until that point. Her voice was clear and quiet, like the soft string of a lyre plucked in the night. “They have gone to your father’s high-peaked home, Dragon,
