Chapter Nineteen
Up in the Air
Iarion peered over Barlo’s shoulder as they flew above the Barrier Mountains. Lodariel’s arms were looped comfortably around his waist without clutching. This was the second night that Telanadil had carried them since they had set out from the cave that had served as their shelter on the eastern coastline of Middle Lasniniar. Barlo still wasn’t keen on flying. The dwarf clutched at the sky horse’s mane, his knuckles white as he kept his gaze firmly planted at the horizon in front of him, while Iarion and Lodariel often found themselves leaning over to catch glimpses of the passing landscape below.
They had flown until the first glimmers of dawn had crept above the horizon the night before, covering enough ground to make camp in the eastern half of the Barr
