Leaving his cave behind, Dex and I march along the beach. Both of us wear the basic brown leathers with straps—a standard uniform for Dex’s branch of the Fortitude clan. We each tote a small pack with water and other supplies. As we march along, I check the skies for signs of Elise or her harpies.
Only the occasional seagull passes by.
I also scan the sky for any emerald mirrors being used for spying. Those will appear as a misty shape. An experienced snoop will hide their mirror on the outside of a cloud. I certainly did when I was checking on Dex. But Lady R and the Prism Master don’t know much about mirrors. Their efforts would be pretty obvious.
Even so, there’s no sign of any odd clouds. Which means that we aren’t being followed or watched. That should be a comfort.
Somehow, it is
