She falls quiet and so do I.
The several men, and two younger women, listening in, nod or smile at me encouragingly. I feel they long to get back to civilisation and hope I can ask the forest dwellers to release their ship from whatever hold they have over it. Even though a war is going on, they would prefer Jucca to this isolated paradise in enchanting lands. They crave contact with other people, with news, with society. Humans do gravitate to other humans, I think.
Wondering if they will have their wish granted, I soften my thoughts and ask to see forward.
I see a ship… white floors… pain, such pain… blood on my hands, dripping. Our return is coming soon. We will go back to Jucca, but at what price? My head pounds with the thought. Careful what you wish for, I hear in my mind, and a l
