By the time Bakimay and Mikandra came out of the building, a glimmer of blue light hung over the eastern horizon. Mikandra asked if she hadn’t disturbed the children’s dinners and sleep.
Bakimay snorted. “You strange and stupid. Pengali live at night. See better in the forest. Too much light hurts eyes.”
Damn, like the maramarang, they were nocturnal. Well, that explained a lot.
“How do you manage to work all day and all night?”
“We manage. We work.”
She was beginning to build up a healthy respect for these people. Never mind the rich keihu families, these people were the driving force of Barresh.
She went back to the guesthouse for a quick rest and bath.
Mikandra sat in the water thinking about all she had learned. It was a story very different from the one she had expected. The ke
