ARIA
Nyssa moved with a light, almost bouncing step as she left the timber cabin behind. I followed close at her heels, my eyes scanning her for any sign of the large knife she had been holding just moments before.
It had simply vanished. A more curious idea pushed its way forward. Did she have other blades hidden somewhere on her person? I imagined her giving a sudden turn and a small arsenal of sharp, metal things tumbling from her clothes to the dirt path.
The thought pulled a quiet giggle from me. Nyssa turned her head, her gaze sharp, and answered with a slow, deliberate roll of her eyes.
The sun was already high. I had slept well past the dawn. In the center of the settlement, people were busy arranging another long wooden table, setting out bowls and platters.
As we walked
