Raasas spotted me and waved one hand, then pointed to another seeker standing watch over the end of the siphon vine dispensing the water from the waterfall. “Guard here!” he called. Then he turned to the seeker and ordered new directions, which she quickly executed, scooping up another of the limp blue-green sacks and beginning to fill it.
When one of the seekers beside Raasas had finished filling his sack, he turned toward the flames with heavy steps from the great burden. I couldn’t help but wonder how much it weighed, understanding why Raasas had doubted my ability to help in that regard.
And I couldn’t blame him—I doubt I could have carried half as much as those seekers did, stumbling through the growing smoke and then bracing against mighty trees to direct their blue-green sacks tow
