13
WELL OF DARKNESS
Yeolani looked out over the brilliant whiteness of the plains covered with snow. It blended with the white sky that threatened another blizzard to come, blurring the point where earth and sky met. Yeolani felt dizzy trying to focus on the nonexistent horizon. So, instead, he stood in the knee-deep drifts, waiting for inspiration. He had made it here by means of the gut-wrenching method Vamilion had taught him and swore he would never do it again. Traveling by pulling himself to the mind he wanted to reach was easier on the dizziness, but still exhausting. He had tried that method when he reached for Rashel to bring Marit and her babies to the farm.
That reunion, after only a day away, had been difficult too, but for a different reason. Yeolani had not wanted to leave
