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MEMORIAL FOR NEVAI
Yeolani left Rashel to follow the ships with his storm eyes on them for six days, using his compass to know he was going the correct way. He took the form of a cloud threatening rain the whole voyage.
Along the trek, he passed one of the palaces he had not seen yet, on the eastern bank of the Lara, out in the open, without any town built around it. Only a herd of buffalo enjoyed grazing in its shade. They stood so thick about the building that the ground had turned brown with their backs and seemed to move oddly. His home? Yeolani promised himself that he’d come back this way to investigate, but right now he had to monitor three burning ships.
He also got a bird’s-eye view of the swampland where he had encountered the Siren. No one could imagine living there, he k
