Chapter 12
Fly Far
Naryssa Ravenwood paced the stone corridor with one eye beyond the mass of Ravenwoods. She kept her movements calm, deliberately tempering her stride to seem controlled and resolved, when she felt neither of those things. All those solemnly gathered watched her with their own assumptions, and that was their right. Her heart was her own.
“Where is she, Mother?” Rendyr shifted anxiously near a pillar. The beaming smile he gave the other Ravenwoods was a foul contrast to the somber mood. No one wanted to do this. No one wanted to be there. Tradition demanded it, and tradition was bigger than them all. If they didn’t have tradition, they’d have chaos. They’d have nothing but the same darkness they’d fled in their old world, all those years ago.
Rendyr was the standout am
