Sparrow tried to maintain a pout but failed in the face of Danton’s idiocy. “Hmph.” Despite her best intentions, her face split into a grin as she handed them the plate of food, “Will you come and look at it soon?” The little girl glanced at the streaky white clouds on the horizon. “There’s rain coming.”
Tarkyn raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Is there?”
Sparrow nodded with the certainty of someone born and bred in the woodlands. “Yes. And I will be very unhappy if you don’t come in time to see the map I specially made for you of the grasslands. You have an hour at the most, I’d say.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” said Tarkyn meekly. He held out the plate as a peace offering, “Would you like something to eat?”
She took a handful of nuts to share between Midnight and herself. “Thanks. That will mean y
