Jerbo had tether rope in hand when Kithzina called out, “Wait.”
Skeeter turned, his arms folded across his chest. “Yes?”
“Careful,” Nimble whispered out the side of his mouth. “She’s using some sort of magic.”
Skeeter replied with a quick nod.
“Will you meet us halfway?” She took a step forward.
“Stay here Jerbo,” Skeeter ordered as he and the other two marched towards the halflings.
“Why not come to our village for a feast and we can talk this all out like civilized beings,” Kithzina said with a warm smile.
Skeeter felt the same entranced feeling as before and purposely steeled himself against it. “Because we don’t have time. One of our islands is sinking. We’ve been gone for six days now. Who knows how much farther down it’s gone? If we don’t return quickly, it may be too late.”
