Fifteen
We move again, Calla directing the faerie paths this time and not telling us where we are when we get there. Instead of a valley, we’re at the top of a hill this time. It’s one of many rolling hills stretching as far into the distance as I can see. Which is quite far, thanks to the bright moon above us. What’s strange about these rolling hills, though, is that the grass they’re covered in is blue. The trees and bushes dotted across the landscape have blue leaves, and the flowers blooming near the spot Calla’s chosen for our campsite are blue too.
Imperia sits, folds her gigantic wings neatly around her body, and lowers her head to the ground, clearly deciding she’s had enough activity for today. Bandit finally leaves the safety of my pocket, shifts into the largest cat form he ca
