MageGate
In two short days, Irenya came to trust the fleetwalker; his generosity of spirit reminded her of Leachim. Early on the second morning, Kael continued his fleet-road. From the lookout, she and Mikey watched him cross the Nyall River in effortless leaps. On the opposite bank he paused, a dab of blue against a backdrop of green forest, poised and weightless. A moment later, he ran up the nearest tree, barely touching the branches. At the top he paused again, one arm raised in farewell. Then he was gone, a blue speck disappearing over the treetops.
Mikey, usually unrestrained in his admiration, stood quivering, arms stiff at his sides and his eyes luminous with joy. ‘Gunna do that soon,’ he whispered. ‘Gunna miss Kael-baby.’
Irenya’s gaze lingered on his face. The rapture in his e
