Shannai liked the early mornings, there was a sense of peace around the camp that died with the sunrise. She was sitting on one of the boulders that had been collected for the portal circle, kicking her heels and watching the sun come up. The rising sun was behind the Rocks right now, casting its soft yellow light up into the sky so that Nganda glowed. The red-gold stone seemed to shimmer as the light moved and danced over it. It was easy to see why this place was so special to the Dragon Clan. Even without the Dragon Tree and all the Shamanic rituals, it was magical.
Shannai laid the pouch she was holding on her lap and looked at it. Not bad for a night’s work, she thought. She turned it over and ran her hand over the punch-work on the back. She had tried to make it to the extremely vagu
