She stretched mentally, letting her thoughts travel back to Atherton on feather light gusts of air.
Rosa.... she called, and instantly felt the presence of her mentor.
Yes, child -- where are you now? Heading to Mudflat? ...oh, I see.
It was nice how rarely Ghia had to extrapolate things with the magea.
Rosa, have you discovered aught of Anala?
No, child -- there is a most vexing wall around the island. I can't penetrate it.
You too, huh?
Quite. A sigh, like the rustling of tree branches in a gentle breeze. I'll keep trying, however, and will make sure you are as informed as I. You're heading to Harbourtown after Mudflat?
After a good night's sleep, yes, she said with a mental smile. ... How's my mother faring?
There was a pause. She's stable, the magea said. But still comat
