Chapter Thirty-Seven
A cool summer breeze settled around Searon on the seventh day of their travel. They traveled fast on their way to the faerie city. Anaela wasn’t quite sure where it resided. She claimed she would know it when she saw it. Searon began to wonder if they would ever find the place. Thoughts of how faeries lived drifted through his head.
“What is it we should be looking for?” he asked.
“The place we are to find will be small. It will not look like a village or city of any kind. The faeries are more a part of nature than the kheshlars.”
“Surely there must be something that defines where they live.”
“They will be close to the ocean. Seashells are their favorite ornaments.”
“All right, at least that is something. Seashells out of place could be an indicator.”
“Colors. F
