CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
MIRA
After the first week, we rode north through abandoned farmlands and occasionally the ruins of deserted villages. Orchards had grown wild, and grasses competed with grains for a foothold. The way itself was easy; it was just long. We had estimated that we would travel about two hundred and fifty miles a week. The whole trip should take just under seven weeks.
I’d never really connected with Shéna. On our last trip, she’d gotten pretty close to Réni and Sabela. I thought maybe we’d get to know each other better this trip, but so far, she’d been pretty focused on Rispan. Which made no sense to me since she didn’t even speak to him the first week or so. They only spoke occasionally after that, but I would frequently see her looking at him. The aloof, superior expres
