EpilogueMaeve exhaled as she felt the familiar dirt of the Plateau under her feet. The Elystran sun, which she'd not seen in over a day, welcomed her home like a long-lost friend. She released her hold on Zinni and Marda, who also reveled in the feel of sunlight on their cheeks.
It had been a long, long two days. Maeve's clothes, as well as the two plant-Wielders', were caked in Vandan mud. Between that and the pouring rain they'd had to endure during their latest visit, Maeve felt like a drowned rat.
She drank in the sight of the Ixtrayan Plateau, and smiled. “We're home. Good job, ladies.”
Zinni and Marda, identical twin sisters in their early thirties, bowed politely. Maeve was, as usual, a little envious; even with soil and grass stuck to their clothes and their short brown hair, th
