Early the next morning, Murdock, Heather, and Annie left the encampment and charted a course downriver. Murdock, pulling the cart loaded with hides, tools they thought they’d need, and venison. Heather walked alongside with Annie. All three had their own waterskin, twelve-inch machete, and a six-inch skinning knife.
“How are your levitation skills?” Murdock flashed to Annie.
“I don’t know, for certain,” Annie answered. “I can manage myself, I think, in the transition to the bottom of the terrace coming up. Why do you ask?”
“I was asking because of Heather,” Murdock flashed. “Should we allow her to see? Or should we trust her to keep her eyes closed?”
“I’d say the latter. If she keeps her eyes closed, it will go a long way to being able to trust her more fully.”
“I agree. When we stop,
