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Tarkyn and Danton returned to the firesite in time to join Waterstone and Rainstorm’s small expedition that they had organised to do some target practice, mainly in an effort to get to know Harkell’s family.
The group followed a narrow path that wound its way up through tumbled granite boulders to the top of a small rise. An egret stalked around the shallows of a pool that had formed in a depression of a large piece of granite. Enough silt had gathered over the years for reeds to grow around one edge of it.
Harkell and Kayama, arm in arm, stopped to watch it.
“I can’t imagine there is anything for her to catch in that little puddle,” said Tarkyn dryly, from further up the track.
Almost on cue, the egret stabbed down with its long beak and caught a little silver fish.
Tarkyn gave a
