“He"s going west,” Adele said while standing on a small rock in the middle of a glade about half a mile south-east of Ofalla. Rays of bright sunlight streaked through the trees, and the wind sighed as it made the leave flutter.
The mayor"s niece was straining and squinting into the distance as if those few extra inches of height would somehow let her glimpse Bendarian, whom she claimed was miles away from here. Perhaps she really could. The woman was in communion with the Ether; Desa could feel it as a kind of resonance. That Adele could even move or speak while in such a state of mind was...remarkable.
Desa was leaning against the trunk of an elm with her arms folded and the brim of her hat pulled down over her eyes. “So you"ve said,” she mumbled. “Many times now, in fact. You"ll forgiv
