"Herrith," Aria whispered. "When do you think we should return to the Desert City?"
It had been a long day. Aria was sitting on the balcony outside her room, looking up at the stars. She had gotten into the habit of talking to Herrith when she needed to sort through her tangled thoughts. She had so many questions, and the only person she wanted to ask was Herrith. She knew it was a strange thing to talk to a dead man. But Aria needed to ask him what she should do, who she should believe, and how to start this life she hadn"t intended to have without her best advisor. She waited to hear his answer.
Soon, he answered, and maybe it was Herrith, or perhaps it was her own inner wisdom, or what she thought Herrith would say if he was here. She didn"t care. It sounded like Herrith"s voice, like
