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For some reason, I didn’t call on my fire to illuminate the way as I weaved through the forest—at least the moon was bright enough for me to not trip on my feet—and I didn’t try to call Trina’s name. I just went in the direction Felix had told me to, and followed the trail, my instinct as my guide.
It didn’t take long for me to find her.
She slowed down and soon stopped all together.
And I stayed behind a few trees, observing her.
Trina knelt beside a creek and opened a small leather pouch. She grabbed a handful of whatever powder was inside and spread it over the edge of the water. A round halo, like the frame of mirror, appeared on the water’s surface, shining a bright golden light.
Then she began talking.
I couldn’t make out her words, much less her sentences, but I knew she w
