“It’s a happy place. The dark can’t go there. There should be a place, I think, where the dark can’t go.” She looked down at the bracelets circling her wrists—the magick Jud had fashioned for her. “A place where no one has to fight.”
“We’ll push the dark back, Anni. It may be all we can do, but it matters.”
“Yes, it matters. Friends matter. We friends will have a pretty breakfast on our first day of our quest for the Water Star.”
With a rainbow waterfall.
They spoke of practical things over the meal. Getting the lay of the land—and the sea. Divvying up the household chores.
“We’re not as isolated here,” Jud pointed out. “We could use a basic cover story. Friends on holiday?”
“Say a working holiday for me.” Godon scooped up eggs. “Sticking close to the truth always helps. I’m an archa
