“I’ll deal with the fires,” Yeolani replied, looking up at the cloudless skies. “It’s about to get wet…saltwater wet.”
Rashel felt a little shiver of anticipation, and she conjured a little tent over Nevai’s cradle and tucked it right under the tree.
Yeolani meanwhile pulled more wind off the sea to the west, escalating the building of thunderclouds all across the horizon. It would be obvious to the demons on the ships that this was a magical storm, but it couldn’t be helped. The huge splattering rain came down as the last of the sunlight fell over the horizon.
“It makes me nervous to leave our son here, but it’s the height of foolishness to take him with us into a magical battle,” Rashel commented. For good measure, she put the boy into an enchanted nap and then wove an invisibility sh
