Chapter twenty-three
Sisciot NowhenHas she a part to play in the coming battle?
Indeed, Hana. Hers may be one of the most important roles of all.
Will she become one of us?
Eira shakes her head. The stones seem to be saying that powers far greater than ours will adopt her. But who could that be? We have always ruled the Yrth.
Hana looks vaguely troubled. Do the stones say anything more?
Only this, my sister: listen for the song of the trees.
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Poppy walks alongside her Ikor Kadya, holding his arm, and murmuring instructions as he steps carefully over the rocks that line the shore of Asaruthe. Gunnar has made roped walkways to most of the places he needs to go, but Kadya likes the beach, likes to sit and listen to the sounds of the sea.
“Such beautiful voices, Poppy,” he says
