“Is something wrong?” Enki whispered.
“I—”
“More! More!” one of the children shouted, grasping Enki’s hand and pulling him back into the throng.
The sparks had stopped.
Enki gave Zen an apologetic nod, allowing himself to be taken, and summoned another spell.
Zen didn’t want to abandon the lily just yet, so he tucked it into the sash of his robes.
Morty was looking over a map Degnan must have given him, and he gestured Zen and the others over. When Khel tried to peek into Dante’s bag, the half-giant horded it as if to say he had no intention of sharing, but Khel snagged a pastry anyway with swift hands.
“See here, friends,” Morty said as they gathered.
The townsfolk gave them room, heading into the field to watch the show with their children. The map was crudely drawn but detailed,
