Chapter FiveDrawn by the echoing cries of distress filling the Temple Healing Wards and reaching even the seclusion of the Devotionary, the Elders came quietly along the corridor. They found Evondair standing glaring in forced silence upward at the sunlight that was shimmering in the afternoon winter sky. So lost in introspection was he that he did not take any notice of them until the youngest of the Three, Zraylaunyth, touched his shoulder lightly and drew back his hood to gaze at his friend with open concern.
Evondair recoiled from his touch instinctually, but when he turned and gazed into the youthful Elder's remarkable pale cerulean eyes dappled with gemlike cobalt and saw in his empathetic stare all the dismay, revulsion, fear and frustration he felt himself, he could no longer with
