Consciousness crept into Desa’s mind, and she rolled over to find Kalia sound asleep beside her. A light drizzle patterned against the window, and the gray light of an overcast morning streamed into the bedroom.
Two months.
Two more months in the saddle, making their way northward across some very rough terrain. They had crossed through scorching flatlands and dense swamps until they finally reached the Al a Nari city of Te’Alon. That was five days ago.
Al a NariDesa had planned to set out again the very next morning – they had to get back to Eradia; that was where they would find Adele – but exhaustion had convinced her to remain for one more day. And then another. And then one more after that. Each night, she went to bed, promising herself that tomorrow, she would begin the long journ
