Chapter One

The sea was calling her. It always did — it was part of her, as much as the sky was part of her. Aeris leaned on the wall of the Water Walk and looked down at the canoes on the shore. The day after tomorrow, she'd answer the sea's call. She'd leave the Palace behind and go out on the Deep for a season with her father. Maybe this time, the part of her that was missing would be where they were supposed to be. She stood, stretching her wings wide, then folded them back against her back and leaned on the wall once more. One more day....

"You look like you're ready to leave already," a familiar voice said from behind her. An older man joined her at the wall, leaning next to her. He was solidly built, his skin perhaps a shade or two darker than her own, and he wore his long hair in twists, which were currently pulled back and tied at the nape of his neck. He leaned close enough to nudge her shoulder with his own. "Which, you can't. We still have the party tomorrow. The cutter should be here this morning, and everyone will want to see you. So no leaving early."

She nudged him back. "I know, Owyn. I just... maybe they're out there this time."

"Maybe," Owyn drawled. "All we've seen is that they weren't in the right place. So maybe they're back on the deep by now?" He shrugged and looked at her. "I know it bothers you. Truth be told, it bothers all of us. Nothing like this has ever happened before."

Aeris nodded. "All the lore says I'm supposed to find my Water first. I have everyone else and it's been nearly two years."

Owyn snorted. "And I here I thought we were done living in unprecedented times. I want some precedented times. Really. Any time now would be good."

Aeris giggled and straightened. "I'll find them. I know I will. It's just... where are they?"

"The last place you'll look." Owyn murmured. "That's what Fisher said. You'll find them in the last place you'll look." Then he shook his head. "Which... yeah, that makes sense. It's always the last place you look because once you have it, you stop looking."

Aeris took a deep breath, let it out, then looked at the sky. "I have my shift in the healing center soon," she said. "I should go in."

"I'll walk with you." Owyn straightened and fell in next to her as they walked to the stairs. "Did you eat this morning?"

"Tiras wouldn't let me leave the suite without eating," Aeris admitted. "They actually stood in front of the door and wouldn't let me open it until I ate my entire breakfast, including the porridge."

Owyn laughed out loud. "That's my Tiras. You have your hands full with that one. Your Fire got their stubborn from both parents."

"And has Gannet to back them up." Aeris smiled. "Tiras actually told me that they were going to have Gannet sit on me if I didn't eat."

"And Gannet would do it in a heartbeat. And not just because he's your Air and he adores you."

"He does," Aeris agreed. "But sometimes I think he loves my Fire more than he loves me. He'd fly to the moon for Tiras."

"And all it took was a broken nose." Owyn stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at her. "You know, your bond with the three you already have is as strong as the bond we have with your mother. Don't worry about your Water. Once you find them, you'll be fine."

Aeris nodded, taking his hand as they walked toward the Palace. "We just need to find them."

***

This early in the morning, the Palace healing center was cool and quiet. The only person Aeris was expecting to find there was Dyna, her Earth. No one had been surprised when Aeris had given the Earth gem to Dyna — they were as close as a pair could be already. They'd grown up together, then trained together as healers. Neither of them were interested in taking the other as a lover — there didn't seem to be a point. They already loved each other, and sharing a bed wouldn't make that love any deeper. So their relationship hadn't changed at all once Dyna wore the Earth gem, and the quiet, early morning shifts were their time to talk and share the way they had all their lives.

To Aeris' surprise, she heard voices when she opened the door to the healing center. She walked in, and smiled when a large wolf with a muzzle gone completely gray looked up at her, his tail swishing over the floor.

"Good morning, Howl," she said, going to kneel on the floor next to him. He rolled onto his back, and she scratched his belly as the voices came closer. She heard the squeaking before she looked up, but it wasn't a surprise. If Howl was here, then Karse wasn't going to be far away. And if Karse was here...

"Aeri girl!"

Aeris gave Howl a final pat and got up, going over to the wheeled chair to kiss Trey's scarred cheek. "Good morning, Uncle," she said. He smiled up at her.

"Hug?"

"Of course!" Aeris laughed and hugged him. "How are you feeling today?"

Trey shrugged slightly and waved one ruined hand. "Good. Feel good." He paused, looked up at Karse, smiled, then slowly and clearly said, "My man worries too much."

Karse burst out laughing. "Well, if my worrying means you'll say more than two words in a row, I'm going to keep doing it." He leaned down to kiss his husband. "Just a regular check," he added as he straightened. "Figured, it was quiet. There wasn't likely to be anyone here, so it gives Trey the time he needs, and it lets Aven do his work without rushing."

"My father is here?" Aeris looked back toward the examination rooms. "I didn't expect him to be. He's usually not on morning shifts."

"Benefit of being the senior healer on site," Aven said as he came out of an examination room. Dyna followed him, smiling when she saw Aeris. "I can sleep in and let my dawn bird daughter take the early shifts."

Aeris laughed and went to share breath with her father, going on her toes to kiss his cheek. He hugged her to his side, and she sighed and relaxed against her father's warmth.

"You ready to sail?" he asked.

"Looking forward to it, Fa," she answered. "Fa Owyn said he thought I was going to leave by myself this morning."

"Was he out on the Water Walk?' Aven asked. "I thought he'd gone to the kitchens." He paused, then laughed. "Oh, of course. Alanar and Vir are overdue on the cutter. He's watching the tide."

"Hard for him," Trey said, waving one hand. "Him here and them there. S'hard."

"Well, you are feeling good," Karse murmured. "Good enough to come watch the guards drill? Meri is out there. You haven't seen her for a while. She's gotten better."

Trey grimaced. "Not... no."

Karse sighed. "I thought that might be your answer. Come on. We'll go find Fancy, then I'll go make sure Meri isn't running roughshod over her brother."

"Tacen is sticking with practice?" Aven asked. "Even though he's decided not to go into the guard?"

"Yeah, he says it's good for him," Karse answered. "And I can't disagree. He'll follow his mother into service, but he'll also be able to break heads if he needs to. Can't see how that's a bad thing." He put his hand on Trey's shoulder. "So, shall I take you to help Fancy and Danir with the accounting?"

Trey sniffed. "Good for something, at least."

"Hey, none of that," Karse chided. He leaned down and kissed Trey. "You're good at a lot of things. And you're an expert at others."

Trey tipped his head back. "Really? What?"

"Being my man," Karse answered. "Being Fancy's man. Being Meri and Tacen's fa. Loving all of us. Do I need to keep going?"

Trey made a face. "Fine. You win. Fancy?"

"Let's go. She should be in her office." He moved to the back of the chair and started pushing. "Howl."

The wolf got to his feet, shaking himself all over. He turned toward them, then raised his head and growled. A moment later, they heard the deep tolling of a bell.

"What's that?" Dyna asked. "Wait... that's the Council bell!"

Aeris looked up at the ceiling. The last time the Council bell had rung, it had been the day her grandfather had died. "Fa?"

"I don't know, little bird." Aven looked up, frowning. "Get your Companions and go to the little Council room. Now."

***

Aeris and Dyna were halfway to the Heir's suite when they met Tiras and Gannet coming the other direction. Her Air and her Fire were a study in opposites — Gannet was both unusually pale and unusually big for an Airborn — his long hair was almost white, as were his feathers, and he was nearly as tall as Aeris' uncle Othi. His wingspan was twice Aeris' own, and she didn't think he was finished growing. Tiras, on the other hand, was outwither — presenting as neither male nor female — and they could only be described as delicate. They were a month older than Aeris, as dark as Gannet was pale, and stunningly pretty. Tiras was so slightly built that it seemed as though they would blow away in a strong wind. But looks were deceptive — Tiras knew more about fighting than the rest of them put together, and had proved it by breaking Gannet's nose less than a month after the Heir's Progress had returned to the Palace. To be fair, Gannet admitted that he'd deserved it — his flock was one of the more old-fashioned ones, and he'd grown up believing that wingless Air only existed to be looked down on. He'd bristled at the idea of learning anything from Del until Owyn called him on his behavior, and explained just why Del had no wings. Gannet had been horrified and mortified in equal measure, but instead of learning his lesson, he'd found another target in Dyna. Once he learned that Dyna was part-Air and wingless, he'd started treating her like a servant. Patient Dyna had ignored him, and urged the others to do the same. He'd learn, in time.

Then Gannet said... something. Aeris wasn't certain exactly what — no one would tell her. But Tiras had lost their temper, lured Gannet out to the practice yards, and beat the big Air bloody. When called before the Firstborn, Tiras admitted to everything, and offered only the defense that some people needed their heads broken open so that sense could get in, a sentiment that caused two of Aria's Companions to burst out laughing. Once he'd stopped, Owyn promised to make sure that Gannet learned his lesson. Then he and Del had taken Gannet into a meeting room and locked the door.

An hour later, a chagrined and red-faced Gannet apologized to the Firstborn and her Companions, then to the Heir and her other two Companions. When Tiras attempted to apologize, Gannet refused to accept, and he insisted that there be no penalty against them, on the grounds that Tiras was right.

Aeris wasn't entirely certain, but she suspected that the pair had been lovers ever since.

"Aeris, what was that?" Tiras asked, spinning one of their wooden smoke blades. Gannet handed Aeris her belt quiver of javelins, and she noticed that he was also armed.

"It sounded important," Gannet added. "We weren't sure what it was, and I thought it was better to go armed than not."

"It's the Council bell," Aeris answered. "We were coming to get you. Fa says we're to go to the Little Council room." She strapped the belt of her quiver around her waist and looked at Dyna. "Being armed is a good idea. Dyna?"

"I have my blowpipe."

Aeris nodded. "I thought you might. Let's go." They started walking. "The last time the bell rang, it was the day my grandfather died," she said as they made their way through the halls. "I don't know why it's ringing now."

Tiras whistled softly. "Someone important died?"

"Or something important happened," Dyna said. "Hopefully, it's not a death." She looked at Aeris, then reached for her hand.

They filed into the Little Council chamber and found Danir waiting for them. The assistant Steward looked harried, but not upset, and Aeris felt her shoulders relaxing.

"Come through to the Hall," he said. "Your mother and her Companions are already seated."

"Uncle, what is it?" Aeris asked.

"News from the Temple," Danir said, and returned to the Hall. Aeris heard him announce them, but didn't move.

"Uncle Steward?" she whispered, and Dyna took her hand again. Tiras rested their hand on her shoulder, and Gannet moved to her other side.

"Let's go see," Gannet said softly. "Maybe it's... maybe it's nothing." He frowned. "An important nothing."

"Your counseling skills suck rocks, Gan," Tiras muttered. Dyna giggled, and Aeris smiled.

"Thank you," she said. "Let's go."

She led the way through the door to the Hall and toward the two daises. The higher dais bore five chairs, and all but two were occupied. At the center, in the seat marked by a circle of golden glass, was the Firstborn Aria, Aeris' mother. She had Aeris' youngest sister in her lap, which did much to calm Aeris' worries. If things were truly bad, Yana wouldn't be here.

Aeris led her Companions to the center of the hall, and they all bowed to Aria before making their way to the second, smaller dais to the left of center. Tiras stepped forward, whispering, "My turn!" as they offered their hand to Aeris, leading her to her seat. She bit down on a laugh — her Companions had devised their own schedule of who would be her primary escort on any given day, and refused to tell her how it worked. She suspected Tiras was the ringleader — they usually were. She took her place, with Gannet and Dyna on her right. On her left, just past the empty seat where her Water should be, Tiras took their own place. The smaller dais was angled slightly, so Aeris could see her mother, Owyn and Del. Her father and Treesi were nowhere to be seen.

"Mother? What's happened?" She rested her hands on the arms of the chair. "Word from the Temple, Danir said. Is Uncle Steward all right?"

Aria nodded. "Yes. He sent a message. And apparently, it's important enough that the messenger was waylaid on his way to the Palace. That's where Aven and Treesi are."

"Waylaid?" Gannet leaned forward in his chair. "Who would waylay a priest?"

"We don't know yet," Aria answered. "Once the messenger is in a better state, we'll see about some answers."

The doors to the hall opened, and Afansa came in, followed by Copper. Behind them were Aven and Treesi, walking on either side of a man wearing tattered and stained Temple livery. The stranger looked pale, and there were fading bruises visible on his face and neck.

"My Water?" Aria said as they approached.

"He'll be fine," Aven replied. "Worst of it was two broken ribs." He smiled at the stranger. "Lorn here will be sore for a day or two, but otherwise he's fine."

Lorn bowed. "Thank you, Waterborn."

"What happened?" Owyn asked. "Let's get that out of the way first."

Lorn turned to him. "I was sent with messages for the Firstborn and for Terraces. There's nothing unusual about that, so we didn't take any precautions and I traveled alone. I made camp a few nights ago, and... I don't know who they were, but they attacked at night. I never really saw them. They tried to kill me, and I barely got away. Lost my horse to them, so I just... kept on moving. It was closer to come here than go back, so I traveled by night, hid during the day, in case they were still looking for me."

Aria nodded. "And the message you have for us. You've told me already, but will you repeat it so that the Heir and her Companions can hear?"

Lorn turned slightly, pausing when he saw the empty chair. "Should I wait?" he asked. "For the Water?"

"They're not in residence at the moment," Aeris answered. "Please, go on."

Lorn nodded. "I was sent by the High Priest to tell the Firstborn and her Heir that Frayim has had a vision, and that it is imperative that the Firstborn and the Heir go to the Temple at once."

Tiras whistled softly. "Frayim... that's the one my fa calls the Seer, isn't it? Tall, thin enough to disappear if he turns sideways?" They looked at Aeris. "We met him, didn't we?"

Aeris nodded. "When we went to the Temple, after we found Gannet. He hasn't had a vision since before I was born." She frowned. "Mother, if we need to be on the road, I don't have to have a party. We can leave tomorrow."

Aria nodded, shifting a drowsing Yana on her lap, then laughing as Del came and picked her up, carrying her back to his own chair. "It will take longer than that to prepare the court to move, my dove. But we will not tarry, either. Afansa, is the day after tomorrow feasible for us to leave?"

"For how long?" Afansa asked.

Aria looked thoughtful. "I'm... not certain," she said slowly. "Plan for a month, I think."

"Feasible to leave in two days for a month?" Afansa frowned slightly, then looked at Danir. "Well?"

He closed his eyes, then nodded slowly. "It will be rushed, but I think so," he said.

"You are coming along very nicely," Afansa said, just loud enough that Aeris heard.

"Oh, was that another test?" Danir groaned.

"And you passed. Yes, Firstborn, we can have you on the road by the day after tomorrow. Now, what arrangements should I make for our visitor?"

"Lorn, you said you had messages to take on to Terraces," Aven said. "We could send you on your way on the cutter. It's due in today, and will sail back out tomorrow. Or we can take a canoe out today. In either case, you'll be there in a few hours."

"Ah... thank you, Waterborn, but... I don't..." Lorn looked down. "No boats."

"Sounds like he's like I used to be," Owyn said. "Lorn, you don't have to apologize. We'll just get you set up with a horse. Right?"

Aria nodded. "Danir, if you would arrange that? Supplies for the road, and a horse."

"And in the meantime, a change of clothes and a rest," Afansa added. "Come with us, Lorn, and we'll take care of you."

Lorn bowed toward Aria, then turned to the lower dais. "You're the one, aren't you?" he said. "The child of all four tribes."

Aeris sat up a little straighter in her chair. "I... I'm my parents' daughter. That's all I can say for certain."

Lorn smiled. "That's all any of us can say, isn't it?" He bowed, and followed Afansa and Danir from the Hall.

"Well, that was weird," Tiras murmured. "He's from the Temple. Is he one of those... what are they called? The sorry ones?"

"Penitents," Owyn answered. "And maybe? There were a lot of them who stayed as priests back when the Temple was rebuilt." He sighed. "Right. Time to get ready to get on the road again?"

"A short trip, I hope," Aria said. "It's been some time." She paused. "I regret that it will mean putting off your season with the family canoe, my Water."

"We'll take our season when we come back," Aven said. "The family will understand."

"What will the family understand?"

Aven whipped around, his jaw dropping. "Fa?"

Standing in the open door were Aeris' grandparents, Jehan and Aleia. Behind them...

"Allie!" Owyn crowed. "Where have you been?"

Alanar smiled, stepping into the hall, followed by his son Vir. Alanar stopped, cocked his head to the side. Then he frowned. "What's happened? Why is everyone in the Hall?"

"It's a good thing you got here when you did," Aven said. "We have a lot to tell you."

Chapter Two

Go to the Salon, Aria told Aeris and her Companions. Wait for us there.

Somewhat early in Milon’s reign as Firstborn, he’d realized that there was no single room in the Palace where his entire personal circle, and his daughter’s entire personal circle, and the increasing number of children could all be at the same time. So several rooms had been renovated and combined to create the Salon — a space that was large enough for everyone to be comfortable, where the children could play, and the adults could gather to talk. There were fireplaces on two walls, and cozy chairs for sitting and reading or napping. One corner of the room was entirely soft toys for the smallest children. Most of Aeris’ childhood memories involved things that happened in the Salon, and it was usually her favorite place in the entire Palace.

Usually. Today, it felt more like she was being sent to her room.

“Is it just me, or were we just told to run off and play?” Gannet asked as he walked over to a quartet of chairs arranged in a small group. He sat down in one of the two low-backed chairs.

“It’s not just you,” Tiras agreed, dropping down to sit on the floor at his feet, setting their blades on the ground next to them. “They always include us in the talks and discussions and negotiations. Always. Owyn says it’s important for us to learn, so we’re not playing catch up the way they had to. This… this doesn’t make sense.”

Aeris took the other low-backed chair and frowned slightly, trying to put her thoughts in order.

“Aeri?” Dyna perched on the arm of the chair, putting her arm around Aeris’ shoulders. “What are you thinking?”

Aeris leaned into her side and sighed. “That it’s something to do with the people out in the hills who think I’m Axia come again,” she answered. “The ones who hurt my father and Uncle Trey, and who kidnapped me when I was a baby.”

“I thought they were all gone, though,” Tiras said. “I mean… we all learned about it. The woman who did it was executed.”

“She was, but we don’t know if there were others. There are reports from the troops that went out into the hills. They didn’t find anyone, but that doesn’t mean much,” Aeris said. “I don’t know very much other than what’s in the reports and the history texts. Mother doesn’t like to talk about it, and the rest of her Companions take their lead from her.”

“Which explains why we got sent out, I suppose,” Gannet said. He leaned forward and started combing his fingers through Tiras’ hair. Tiras sighed and leaned back, closing their eyes as Gannet started braiding. “So what do we do now?”

“Wait?” Dyna suggested.

Aeris chuckled, then straightened as Dyna tensed. They both turned toward the door, which opened to reveal a handsome young man in guard livery. He looked around, saw them and stepped inside, smiling. Aeris felt Dyna shiver as he came toward them.

“I thought the Salon was empty,” he said. “I’m surprised you’re not in the Hall. The Captain just went in.”

“The Firstborn wanted to speak in confidence,” Aeris answered. “I didn’t think your rounds took you through the Salon, Lancir.”

He laughed. “They usually don't. I was going past and I thought I heard voices. I wanted to be sure no one was in here that shouldn’t be.” He grinned. “We caught two maids and a footman in here one night. Told them to find a more private spot.”

Aeris laughed. “Really?”

Lancir nodded. He shifted from one foot to the other, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he coughed. His cheeks colored slightly as he bit his lip, then asked, “Healer Dyna? I… I’ve been wanting to ask… if we might meet on the Water Walk after my shift?”

“Oh,” Dyna breathed. Aeris looked up to see that her face was pink. “Oh, I… I’d like that. If I can.”

Lancir smiled and bowed, then straightened and winked, his bright blue eyes merry. “Healers are busy. I know. I’ll come find you when I’m off-shift and we’ll see if you’re free.” He saluted. “My Heir.” He turned and walked away, whistling. Dyna shifted on the arm of the chair, and Aeris moved over to let her share the seat.

“How long have you been hoping he’d ask?” Gannet asked.

“And why didn’t you ask him first?” Tiras added.

Dyna’s face turned even more pink. “I… didn’t want him to feel any pressure… because I’m a Healer and a Companion, and he… well, have you heard his history?”

Aeris shook her head. “No. Captain Karse doesn’t gossip about his men.”

“Meri does,” Tiras murmured. Their eyes were still closed. “But I haven’t heard this. Tell, Dyna.”

Dyna glanced at the door, then lowered her voice. “Meri told me that his village in the foothills was wiped out by raiders when he was young. The people who found him and took him in treated him like a slave. He ran away when he was old enough, and he’s been on his own ever since. He entered the guard in Terraces three years ago, and they sent him here. He doesn’t have anyone or anywhere else to go, and I don’t want him to feel like he has to spend time with me to keep his place.”

“How did Meri get all of that out of him?” Gannet asked. “She been spending time with him?

“Not like that,” Dyna answered. “You know Meri. She prefers girls. She’s been helping him with reading, and they’re friends.”

“And you’re about as subtle as a thrown brick,” Tiras teased. “I think the entire Palace knows you like him.”

“Tiras, that isn’t nice,” Aeris chided. “Don’t tease.”

Tiras winced. “Yeah, that was a bit too far. Sorry, Dyna.” They smiled. “You know I still love you, right?”

Dyna laughed. “I know. I—” She stopped and turned as the door opened and a pair children ran into the Salon. One of them laughed and shouted, “Dyna!”

“Mannit?” Dyna got to her feet. “I… Lachin? What are you… Mama!”

Three adults followed the children into the Salon, and Aeris stood up as Dyna ran across to hug her mother. Aeris followed, hearing Gannet and Tiras behind her. The two red-haired men with Trista both grinned, and one of them gave an exaggerated bow. Aeris laughed. “Uncle Astur, Uncle Elaias, it’s good to see you. I didn’t think we were going to. I thought you had… something? A project?”

Elaias elbowed Astur gently, then stepped forward and hugged Aeris. “We do, and this is the next step of it.” He looked past Aeris. “Tiras, Gannet. Good to see you both.” He frowned slightly. “Still not yet?”

Aeris shook her head. “Hopefully once I get back from my season I’ll have someone to introduce to you.”

“Well, it’ll be a trip,” Astur said. “We’re not going back to Terraces for a bit.”

“What?” Dyna asked. “Fa?”

Elaias smiled and held his arms open for Dyna. “I’ve been missing the mountains, lammie,” he answered as he hugged her.

“And you can tell, because the hill folk accent is getting stronger,” Astur teased.

Elaias snorted, “I always had more of it than you or Treesi or Minna ever did. Fa never could beat it entirely out of me,” he said. “And yes, I’m missing it. Missing the height, and the sky.”

“And not getting sick,” Trista murmured.

Elaias laughed. “Yes. I’m missing not getting waterlung every winter because of how wet it is in Terraces. So, with the Senior Healer’s permission, we’re going back to open a healing center near to where Astur and I were born. That’s the project we’ve been working on.”

“You’re… you’re moving to the mountains?” Dyna repeated, her eyes wide. “I… where?”

“Not entirely to the mountains. Just to the crossroads where the Western Road meets the Mountain Road,” Elaias answered. “There’s already a settlement there, so we won’t be starting from scratch. And once we’re established, we can send healers on circuit to the Solstice village and the Temple, and to the little villages in the hills.” He put one arm around Trista. “We’ve been working on these plans for a few years, and the main healing center is finally staffed enough that Senior Healer says they can afford to lose a level five and a level four, and a half-dozen trainees.”

“But… Uncle Arjin and Aunts Pal and Sel and Jes?” Dyna asked. “Are they here?”

Astur grimaced. “They’re… not coming,” he admitted. “Not yet. Jes and Sel both say that the boys are still too young, and it’ll be rough until we get settled. I’ll be making the trip back to see them regularly, and once the center is running, then they’ll come join us.”

“Come in and sit,” Aeris said. “I’ll send for food.”

“Might want to wait on that for a bit. The Firstborn said that she’ll be joining us shortly,” Elaias said as Aeris led them to couches underneath the window. “I wasn’t expecting the Palace to be quite this… on its ear. Something to do with your naming day, Aeri?”

Aeris shook her head. “No. But I’ll let my mother explain,” she said.

“They’re coming,” Tiras added.

Astur blinked. “You’re really that sensitive?” he asked, glancing back toward the closed door. “You can tell?”

Tiras shrugged one shoulder. “Owyn says I’m at least as sensitive as he is, and he expects me to start hearing the rest of the circle any day now.”

“You’re going to hear Gannet first, and we all know it,” Aeris said. She held her hand out, and Tiras smiled and let her pull them to her side. She kissed their cheek, then turned back to the others. “Will Aunt Minna and Uncle Versi be going, too?”

“Ah… no,” Elaias answered. Astur laughed.

“I don’t think we could get Minna back to the mountains with a team of horses,” he said. “She and Versi are happy, and she wants to stay with Mam. She’s promised to help with the boys while I’m gone.”

The door opened, and Aria and her Companions came inside first. Aeris looked at her father and straightened, letting go of Tiras. Aven was clearly trying to hide how angry he was, and wasn’t doing a good job of it.

“Fa?” she signed.

He shook his head and turned toward the people who followed him — her grandparents. But it was the pair behind them that made her gasp.

“Fisher! Grandfa Mem!” She ran across to them and hugged her brother tightly. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in New Forge!”

“We needed to be here,” Fisher answered. He glanced back at his grandfather. “We both saw it.”

“The same vision?” Tiras came up next to Aeris. “Or just similar?”

“The same,” Memfis answered. “How are you, Tiras?”

Tiras smiled. “I’m doing very well, thank you. And hoping we’ll have a chance to talk while you’re here?”

Memfis laughed. “Of course. Now, why did you ask?” He paused. “You didn’t have the vision, too, did you?”

“No. This is the first time I’m hearing about it. But I’m here, so why would I have a vision to come here?” Tiras glanced at Aeris. “Owyn didn’t have it either, or he’d have told me. You both had the same vision, but maybe it was just you two? I mean… your proximity to each other, and the relationship to you and this place… wouldn’t that answer why you had the same vision?”

Memfis looked around. “Owyn, what are you teaching this child?”

“Depends,” Owyn answered. “What did they say?” He came over to join them. “Tiras?”

Tiras repeated themselves, and added, “I know that Smoke Dancers aren’t supposed to have the same vision unless it’s really important, but aren’t there other factors that might explain why only two had the same vision?”

Owyn looked thoughtful. “I… yeah, I think so. I mean… the only Smoke Dancers who had the vision that we had to leave Terraces back on Aria’s Progress were the ones that were in Terraces. And that whole Protector of Now thing when Karse wanted to go after Trey? That was just us. So… maybe?”

“Interesting,” Memfis murmured. “And not what I was taught. But you changed a lot of the rules of Smoke Dancing, Mouse. It shouldn’t surprise me that you’re changing the teaching, or that your student is changing the theories, too. We’ll discuss this later.”

“I’d like to be part of that discussion,” Aria said. “But we need to discuss something else, first.”

Everyone took a seat, and Aria waited until they were all seated and quiet before saying, “Frayim has had another vision. We will be leaving for the Temple the day after tomorrow.”

“And the messenger was waylaid on the way here,” Aven added. “I don’t like the coincidence.”

Jehan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Have there been any other reports of attacks on the Western Road? Raiders? Bandits? We haven’t heard anything from the traders who come to Terraces.”

“Nothing that we’ve heard,” Aven answered. He leaned back in his chair, frowning slightly. “Othi has taken over the guard patrols on the Palace roads. He hasn’t said anything. Trees?”

“No. As a matter of fact, he was just saying how quiet it was, and that he might take the girls out with you and Aeris, and visit the family canoes.”

“That’s not good,” Owyn said from his place next to Alanar. “If we don’t know about it, we can’t do anything about it. But why don’t we know?”

“They…don get here?” Del offered. He growled slightly and tugged one hand free from Alanar’s. “If there are bandits out of range of our patrols, they might not be letting anyone past them to reach us.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Aria said. “We have to see what we find out as we go east.”

“Traders have been reaching us, so if there are raiders, they’re not hitting everyone,” Alanar said. “Which might make it harder to find out what’s going on.” He shrugged and stretched, putting his arms around Owyn and Del. “We’re leaving when?”

“We?” Memfis repeated. “You’re going with them?”

Alanar turned toward him. “I barely have any time with my husband. Of course I’m going!”

“Alanar—”

“Don’t tell me no, Jehan,” Alanar interrupted. “You can spare me for a month or two. Especially with Dyneh, Gisa and Minna handling things.”

Jehan sighed. “They’re all very good, but none of them are level five.” He turned to Aria. “And I’m assuming you’re going to ask us to stay and hold the Palace while you’re gone?”

“The thought had occurred,” Aria admitted. “We can discuss it over a meal. I don’t think anyone has eaten yet.”

“We did, before everything started,” Tiras said. “Should I ring for Lexi?”

“If you would?” Aria studied Aeris for a moment, her brow furrowed. “Aeris, since you’ve eaten, you needn’t stay. Will you take your Companions out?”

Aeris blinked. “I… Mama, may I ask why?” She got to her feet. “You always tell us that we’re to learn by watching you, by seeing how things are done. And you’ve never closed us out before. But you sent us out already this morning, and now you’re sending us out again? How are we to learn?”

Aria frowned, just enough at Aeris noticed. “Aeris, you don’t need to be here. This doesn’t concern you.”

Aeris swallowed, trying to keep her wings still, her voice from shaking. “With respect, Firstborn, I disagree,” she said. The room went still. “This involves Frayim, who has not seen a vision since I was born. His visions before that all revolved around me, or at least around who people think that I am. I think that him having a vision again concerns me very much.”

Aven snorted. “I told you,” he said. “Aria, she’s yours to the tips of her feathers. If you push, she’s going to push back. And she’s right. This does concern her.” He took a deep breath. “She’s an adult tomorrow, Aria. And she’s the Heir. She needs to know what we know, and what we think. We shouldn’t be keeping things from her.”

“There’s more?” Aeris asked.

Aria folded her hands in her lap. “You may be an adult tomorrow, my dove, but you will be my little girl always.” She paused. “Yes, there’s more.” She looked up. “Owyn, will you seal the room?”

Owyn looked unusually serious as he stood and went to the doors, closing them, turning the key in the lock, then leaning against them. Without a word, Alanar went to stand with him.

Aria took a deep breath and nodded. “There is more, but nothing of substance. Nothing we can point to and say ‘this is what’s happening.’ The roads have been clear, as far as we know. But over the past year, the mountains have not. We’ve had reports from the Solstice village that there has been fighting in the Eastern mountains. The flocks have been flying patrols and monitoring, and so far it has all been well away from the trade roads and foothills. The foot patrols we’ve sent into the mountains have found the remains of battles, but we haven’t yet been able to find out who is fighting or why.”

“But you think it’s to do with Aeris?” Aleia asked.

“We think it’s a possibility,” Aven answered. “But we have no way to be sure. Only now… if Frayim is seeing again, there might be an answer waiting for us at the Temple.”

“Is it safe?” Tiras asked. “I mean… should we be going to the Temple if there’s fighting out there?”

Del snapped his fingers, then signed, “Fa wouldn’t send for us if it wasn’t safe. He’d have come to us.”

Aeris nodded. “The vision may involve me,” she said slowly. “Do you think the fighting does, too? Are they connected?”

“We don’t know. But maybe we can find out.” Owyn straightened and unlocked the door. “Tiras, let’s see what we can see.”

Chapter Three

One thing that amused Aeris constantly was that when Tiras was excited about something, they bounced. There was no other way to describe it — a happy, excited Tiras was a bouncy Tiras. Standing by the bench just outside the low fence surrounding the Dancing Floor, Tiras bounced in place on the balls of their bare feet, talking animatedly with Owyn. Del stood next to them, carrying a basket.

“You said we were going to see what we could see,” they said. “We. Not just you. That means I get to really dance for a vision? Not just practice?”

“Owyn, you haven’t had him dancing for visions?” Memfis asked.

“Yes and no. It’s complicated,” Owyn answered. “Tiras is very open to visions. More than I was even before. Tiras, tell Mem when you had your waking vision.”

Tiras smiled. “I was six.”

“Six?” Memfis looked appalled. “That’s too young!”

“Entirely too young,” Owyn agreed. “But Tiras makes their own rules.” He turned to Tiras. “And how many visions have you had without dancing for them?”

“In total? Or just in the year before Aeris claimed me?” Tiras asked. “And before you started teaching me?”

“Let’s go with that year,” Owyn answered.

“Fourteen? I think?” Tiras frowned slightly and stopped bouncing. “I… I wrote them down, but I think I forgot to pack some of my journals. Mama said that when I was little, I would see so many things that weren’t there that I’d walk into walls that were.” They shrugged. “Mama did her best, but as a Smoke Dancing teacher, she’s a good cook. And Fa never knew what to do with me. I didn’t have a lot in the way of proper lessons until I got here.”

Owyn nodded. “And since they’ve gotten here, our lessons haven’t been so much teaching them how to see as they have been on teaching them when to see. We’ve been working on channeling that… openness into more structured vision seeking, and working on trying not to see when they’re not meaning to.” He reached up and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s been a lot of ‘Try this. Nope, that don’t work. Try that.’ And not much to go on in the records. I’ve been meaning to take them to the Temple to talk to Frayim, so we’d have made this trip anyway.” He shrugged. “Right. Tiras, you have your boots off? You ready?”

Tiras started bouncing again. “Yes!” They hopped over the low fence, bounded out to the middle of the mossy floor, then turned to face Owyn. They paused, looking down at the wooden smoke blades, and Aeris watched all the bounce bleed out of them. “Owyn? I… am I ready?”

“You tell me,” Owyn answered. “Are you ready?”

Aeris saw movement from the corner of her eye, and turned to see Gannet nodding.

“Gannet, stop that,” Owyn called. “I know you think they’re ready. But I need to know if they know it. And they have to know it here.” He thumped Tiras’ chest with one knuckle, then stepped back. “So?”

Tiras glanced at Gannet and Aeris, then smiled. “I’m ready.”

Owyn nodded and walked off the Dancing Floor. Once he was on the other side of the fence, Tiras lowered their head and took a deep breath. A second. A third, and they started moving, flowing into the dance. Aeris knew the forms — Owyn had taught her, even though she’d never had the waking vision that marked a Smoke Dancer. So she saw where Tiras faltered as the vision took them. Owyn clearly saw it, too — he moved closer to the fence, watching intently, then jumped over the fence when Tiras took a sharp breath and dropped to their knees. Owyn knelt next to them, taking their smoke blades and putting them aside. Del followed, and handed Tiras an apple.

“Looked like a good one,” Owyn said, sitting down on the mossy floor. Tiras nodded and took a big bite of the apple. As they chewed, Del set the basket down. Owyn rummaged through it, coming out with a journal and a silverpoint stylus.

Tiras finished the apple, then said, “I have no idea who he was, but he was right there!” They pointed to a spot on the mossy floor. “Real as you are!” They took the journal and silverpoint, rested it on one knee, and started scribbling as Owyn handed them a piece of bread.

“He was tall. Taller than me, maybe as tall as Gannet,” Tiras said as they wrote. They took a bite of bread, swallowed it, and kept talking. “Dark hair. And… I’ve never seen eyes like his before. Two different colors. Right was blue, left was green.” They frowned slightly. “Rough. He was rough. Clothes had hard wear. His hands… scars. Scars and callouses. He’s a fighter. And… and he has a scar, here.” They traced a line down their own left cheekbone with the silverpoint.

Owyn nodded. “Did he say anything? Or do anything?”

Tiras shook their head. “No. They were watching. Waiting. Waiting for something. At least, that’s what it felt like.”

“Any sense of when? Or where?” Memfis asked.

Tiras closed their eyes. “It’s fading. I… where… shadows. All I see is shadows. And… soon. It’s soon.”

Owyn nodded. He took a piece of cheese out of the basket, handed it to Tiras, then reached out and ruffled their hair. “Well done,” he said, and Tiras flushed with the praise. “You did very well. Keep on like this, and you might be ready to start forging a proper set of blades before Turning.”

“Really?” Tiras squeaked.

“Really. Now go sit on the bench and eat that.”

Tiras got to their feet and started toward the fence, weaving like a drunkard. Gannet laughed and stepped over the fence, picking Tiras up and carrying them over the bench, then sitting down with Tiras in his lap. Tiras sighed happily and leaned into him, starting to nibble the cheese. Aeris sat down next to them, leaning her shoulder against Tiras’ back. Dyna reached between them and rested her hand on Tiras’ shoulder.

“Dyna, I’m fine,” Tiras said around a mouthful. “I just need to eat.” They took another piece of bread that Del offered them, then sat up straight. “Owyn is going to dance? I want to see!”

Aeris turned and saw Owyn on the Dancing Floor, his own smoke blades in his hands. He looked at them, then pointed one blade at Tiras. “You can see me just fine from there!” he called. “Gannet, don’t let them up.”

“Yes, sir!” Gannet called, and wrapped his arms around Tiras. “You’re staying here.”

Owyn grinned and nodded, then lowered his head and started the three breaths. Aeris felt warmth at her back, and looked up to see her father was standing next to Dyna, with her mother on his arm. Neither of them were looking at her — they were both watching Owyn, who had started moving into the forms.

And who almost immediately fell to his knees, dropping both blades and catching himself on his hands before he fell face-first into the moss.

“Wyn!” Del leapt over the fence and dropped to his knees next to Owyn. He didn’t touch Owyn — they all knew better than that.

“I’m… I’m fine,” Owyn muttered. He took a deep breath. “I’m fine. That’s… that’s the strongest one I’ve had in a long time.” He held his hand out, and Del put a battered blue book into it. Owyn smiled and sat down, taking the vine charcoal that Del handed him and starting to draw.

“What did you see?” Alanar asked.

“Pretty sure I saw the same person Tiras did,” Owyn answered. “Just a moment.” He frowned down at the picture, then tipped the book so that Del could see. Del took the book from him and handed him an apple. Owyn grinned and took a bite.

“Go show them. Show Tiras.”

Del nodded and got up, bringing the book to them. The image was very much as Tiras had described — he was young, his face scarred. His clothing was clearly much mended, and the scarf he wore around his neck was fraying at the ends. He had a knife in one hand, and Aeris could see scars on his wrist. Aeris felt every hair stand on end, and she almost missed what her father said.

“Those are from manacles,” Aven murmured. “He’s seen a world of hurt, that boy.”

“Who is he?” Aria asked.

“Someone important,” Aeris answered. “I… he’s important.” She looked up to see her parents looking at her with matching shocked expressions.

“Important how?” Aria asked.

Aeris shook her head. “I don’t know. I just… feel that he’s important.”

Aria hummed softly, and murmured, “Interesting…”

Aven glanced at Aria. “Don’t jump to conclusions. You didn’t recognize Del from the picture. You had to see him in person.”

Aeris turned around on the bench to better face her parents. “Are you saying that you think that he’s my Water?”

“No. We can’t say that,” Aria answered. “All we know is that he’s important enough to occupy the visions of two of the strongest Smoke Dancers we know. When we find him, then we will know what else he is and why he is important.” She looked up at Aven. “What are you thinking?”

“Wondering what the scarf hides,” Aven answered. “And thinking of the other visions. The ones that say that Aeris’ Water is in the wrong place.” He frowned. “And… remembering Othi’s hunts, and his theory on the missing ones.”

“Oh!” Aria gasped. “How did we never consider that?”

Aven shook his head. “Wishful thinking?” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Aeris, feel like taking a sail?”

“Now, Fa?” Aeris looked over her shoulder at the Dancing Floor. Owyn was still sitting on the ground, with Del on one side and Alanar on the other. Memfis stood with them, and they were discussing something in low voices. “And… just me?”

“No, all of you,” Aven said.

“Aven, what are you doing?” Aria asked. Aven smiled, leaned down to share breath with Aria, then kissed her.

“Not listening,” he answered.

***

Aeris was at home on the canoe, and since taking her Companions, Aven had introduced them to the canoe as well — teaching Gannet and Tiras how to swim, and teaching all of them to sail. He took them out past the harbor wall, then took in the sails and strapped them down.

“All right. Now we’ll talk.” He lowered himself slowly to the deck, wincing slightly. Aeris sat down next to him, and her Companions clustered around her.

“Fa, why did we need to come out on the canoe to talk?” Aeris asked.

“Because your mother won’t like what I have to say, and you need to hear it.”

“Oh, is that what not listening means?” Gannet asked. “You’re not listening to her? Are you going to get in trouble?”

Aven chuckled. “I may sleep alone for a day or two. But I’ve never liked her keeping your history from you, Aeris. She thinks it’s protecting you. I think it’s clipping your wings. And I’m not doing that anymore.” He looked up at the sky and frowned. “It’ll rain, and soon. We can’t stay out here too long. All right.” He took a deep breath. “You know what happened, Aeris. You all know about what happened when Aeris was born. We know there were others out there that followed Risha. Aria has been terrified in her bones ever since that something like that would happen again, that someone else would try to take Aeris from us.”

“But she’s a Smoke Dancer,” Tiras protested. “She couldn’t… she couldn’t look?”

“She tried, but she never saw anything. Memfis and Milon both thought it was because the answer scared her. She couldn’t see past the fear to find the truth. But it’s been quiet for years. The Penitents told us again and again that there was nothing happening in the hills. Othi took men out to the mountains four years running after he came back from his apprenticeship, and they only found abandoned camps. So Aria calmed down. But now…”

“There’s fighting in the mountains, you said,” Tiras said. “It’s not quiet anymore.”

“It’s not,” Aven agreed. “Something had changed out there. Something happened, and we don’t know what. And now Frayim is having visions again, and he wants to see you.” He shook his head. “And there were those camps. Othi’s hunts? Were to try and find the lost Water. He had a theory that some of the Water girls who couldn’t be accounted for were taken to the mountains… as breeding stock.”

“Oh, that’s vile,” Gannet breathed. “That… that’s horrible!”

Aeris stared at her father. “And my Water is in the wrong place,” she whispered. “Fa, why didn’t anyone tell me that? It’s been two years! We could have gone to the mountains and found him–”

“Unlikely,” Aven interrupted. “Othi never found any signs of Water prisoners or survivors out there. No signs of children. Nothing. Not even identifiable bodies.” Aven sighed. “That’s why he stopped looking.”

“You said identifiable,” Tiras said slowly. “That implies… unidentifiable?”

Aven grimaced. “There were pyres in every abandoned camp he found.”

Aeris shifted uncomfortably. “Fa? Should I not go?” Aeris asked. “I can stay at the Palace with Granna and Grandfa.”

“It’s tempting to say yes, and leave you here, where it’s safe. But if Frayim has seen something that makes him want to see you, it’s important.”

“Why didn’t he come here, then?” Gannet asked. “If it’s that important? It would have been faster.”

“He and Steward haven’t been here since Yana was born, and the Temple… well, from what Uncle Steward’s letter after said, things got strange while they were gone,” Aeris answered. “Three of the Penitents decided independently of the others that Steward wasn’t coming back, and they all of them declared themselves High Priest.”

Gannet’s eyes widened. “You’re joking.”

“She isn’t, and I’m not surprised you didn’t hear about it, as far out as your flock is,” Aven said with a laugh. “The funny thing is that none of them actually did anything against the others. There was no fighting. There were no factions, for all that each of them convinced a part of the Penitents and priests to follow them. They all picked a separate project off the list of things that needed to be rebuilt, and had their followers start work on it. By the time Steward and Frayim got back to the Temple, two of the projects were done, and the third was nearly finished. Steward called it a very civilized uprising, and all three of them were very apologetic when he got back.”

Gannet whistled. “That… if he left now, he might go back and find they moved the whole Temple.”

“Or started worshiping someone else,” Tiras suggested.

“Thank you, no.” Dyna shook her head for emphasis. “We’ve had enough of that.” She gestured to Aeris. “There were people out there who wanted to worship Aeris!”

Aven snorted. “True. As much as I love you, best oldest daughter of mine, I’m not intending to worship you.”

“Best oldest daughter?” Aeris grinned. “Fa, how many oldest daughters do you have?”

“Just one.” Aven smiled and got to his feet. “One superlative oldest daughter. Who is going to help me with the lines so we get in ahead of that storm on the horizon.”

The rain was just starting to fall as they reached the shore, and they walked up the beach together. Tiras poked Dyna in the arm. “There goes your walk.”

“We can walk tomorrow,” Dyna answered. “Or we can go and spend time in the library.”

“Who is we?” Aven asked. “Dyna?”

“Lancir,” Dyna answered. “He’s one of the guards, and he asked me if I’d join him on the Water Walk once his shift was over. He’s nice, Fa Aven.”

“Lancir,” Aven said slowly. “Young fellow? Dark hair? Came here from Terraces about a year ago?”

“Yes, Fa Aven,” Dyna answered, her cheeks turning pink.

Aven smiled. “I’ve sparred with him, on the days this hip lets me. Nice young man. Good choice, Dyna. Does Owyn know?”

Dyna shook her head. “Not yet.”

“If you want me to speak to him and Alanar, I will.”

Dyna shook her head. “It’s too soon for that,” she said, her words tumbling over each other. “I mean…it’s just a walk. Maybe later. If there is a later.” She reached out and took Aeris’ hand. “I mean… you don’t mind, do you?”

“No,” Aeris said. “Of course not. I like him. If you want to get to know him better, then we’ll welcome him.”

“And if he hurts you, we’ll thump him,” Tiras added.

“You will not!” Dyna gasped. She looked at Tiras and Gannet, who were both nodding. “You would?”

“Of course we would,” Gannet answered. “You’re ours, and we’re yours, and we’re all Aeri’s. We take care of each other. And anyone else who comes into the Circle. No one hurts our Circle.”

Aven chuckled. “Nice to know you’ve learned that lesson, Gannet.”

“I have a hard head,” Gannet answered, “not an empty one. I learn. Slowly, but I learn.” He looked up at the sky. “We should pack, shouldn’t we? If we’re leaving the day after tomorrow?”

“We’ll all need to prepare, but you won’t need to do too much packing. Lexi and her staff will take care of most of it.” Aven sighed. “This will be the first time we’ve all left the Palace at once since your Progress, Aeris, and we prepared for that for over a month. So things will be somewhat frantic today and tomorrow. I hope the coaches are still in good order.”

Aeris looked back down the beach at the sea, and realized something. “I’m not getting my tattoos until we get back, am I? We were going to do that this trip, since I’m old enough.”

Aven frowned slightly. “We could wait. Or…if you want, we may still be able to do it. Othi is here, after all. If you get up early tomorrow, he might be able to have it done in time for your party. We can go ask him.”

Gannet coughed. “That’s hours! It’ll take hours?”

“Mine took days, but I had a lot of catching up to do,” Aven answered. “It’s ritual, Gannet. It can’t be rushed. We’ll need to talk to Othi. He’s the expert.” He stopped walking and winced. “Sand is hard.”

“Because it isn’t?” Dyna asked.

“Because it isn’t,” Aven agreed. “It shifts, and it’s unstable, and it makes walking harder.”

“I can work on the hip when we get inside,” Dyna volunteered.

“Thank you, but I’ll ask your fathers,” Aven said, and started walking again. “Alanar is more familiar with it, since he was there when they rebuilt it. And Elaias has been working with him and my father to try and replicate what Pirit did to rebuild it in the first place. I wish Grandmother had left better notes on what she did.”

“Grandfa hasn’t found anything?”

“No, and they haven’t been able to recreate it, either, for all that he was in the meld when she did it.” Aven sighed and draped his arm over Aeris’ shoulders. “It may have been one of those ‘the Mother helped us when we needed it’ times, and it’s not something that we’ll be able to do again.”

“Here’s hoping that we won’t ever need to know how to do that again,” Dyna said. “Fa told me about that meld. It sounds terrifying. Everything about that sounded terrifying.”

Aven stopped walking. He turned to face them, his lips pressed tightly together. He nodded slowly.

“Mother grant you never have to know how terrifying it actually was,” he said softly. “Now, let’s go in.”

Chapter Four

Aeris yawned and tried to ignore how much her right shoulder itched. Othi had agreed there was enough time for Aeris to have her family tattoo before the party, but only if they started before dawn. So Aeris had slept alone the night before the party, and Aven had fetched her in the dark hours before dawn, taking her down to the canoes where Othi and her grandmother Aleia waited. For hours, Othi had sung the chants and worked with the ink and hammer, inscribing Aeris’ lineage into her skin. Every line, curve, and symbol was a legacy that traced her bloodline back to the first canoe, to Abin and Axia. By the time the tattoo was done, it was near midday, and Othi could barely speak. After eating something, Aeris had staggered up to the Heir’s suite, and had fallen into bed, and her Companions had gently teased her for almost missing her own naming day party while they admired the dark ink etched into her skin. Her father had done something to make certain it healed cleanly, but it still itched.

“Is it supposed to take that long?” Gannet asked. He was sitting across from her in the coach, in the middle of the bench. Tiras sat next to him, and was leaning against him, sound asleep and snoring gently. Dyna was sitting next to Aeris, her hands full of the fine stitchery that she enjoyed when she had the time.

“Fa says that it’s normally supposed to be spaced out over several days,” Aeris answered. “But we all agreed that it was better to get it done before we left, since we won’t have the time on the road.”

Dyna nodded. “And if it bothers you, I can take care of it. Fa and Fa Eli and Fa Aven all sat down with me to make sure I knew what to do.”

Aeris smiled. “They would. And I just realized that I never asked you. Did you get to spend time with Lancir?”

Dyna blushed. “It stopped raining, so we did go out and walk on the Water Walk. It was nice. I’d have told you about it, but you were barely awake, and then there was the party—”

“And you were barely awake,” Gannet murmured.

Aeris laughed and gently kicked Gannet’s shin. “We’re none of us awake,” she replied. “Anyway, Dyna, how was it?”

Her blush deepened. “He’s very sweet. He likes being in the Palace guard, and he likes serving under Captain Karse and Copper. He’s working on learning to read, so that he can be something more than just a guard. So… when we stop, if he’s not on duty, I’m going to read with him.”

“He’s with us?” Aeris grinned. “He’s only been with the palace guard for a year. Captain Karse would say he’s as green as new grass. How did he get assigned to this trip?”

“Dyna, if you turn any redder, you’ll burst into flames,” Gannet said. “Did you get him assigned to the guards coming with us?”

“I asked,” Dyna admitted, “and I think I caught Captain Karse in a good mood. He’s brought Lancir along to further his training.”

Gannet coughed. “He was in a good mood, wasn’t he?”

“Or Fa had a word with him,” Aeris murmured. “Do you want to ask him?”

“No!” Dyna laughed. “No, I don’t want to know. And it’s not like we can really do anything — he’s going to be on duty most of the time.”

“Yes, but only most,” Tiras murmured without opening their eyes. Gannet chuckled and looked down at them.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Who says I’ve been asleep?” Tiras opened their eyes and sat up.

“You drooling on my sleeve says you were asleep.”

“And snoring,” Aeris added. “You were snoring.”

“I was not!” Tiras protested. “I don’t snore!” They looked up at Gannet. “Do I?”

“Not much,” Gannet admitted. “Except when there’s Maiden’s Lace blooming. Then you get all red and blotchy, and you snore at night.”

“And Maiden’s Lace is in season now. There must be some growing along the road.” Dyna set down her stitching and held out her hand. “Let me see.”

“I hate Maiden’s Lace,” Tiras grumbled. “My head gets all foggy and my visions get weird. Owyn says he’s never heard of a Smoke Dancer whose visions are controlled by their nose before.”

Aeris frowned. “But Smoke Dancers used to train in the vents of the Smoking Mountain, and they were breathing in the smoke. Owyn was one of the last ones trained that way. So why is smoke different from the scent of flowers?”

Gannet looked thoughtful, then shrugged. “Because Smoke Dancer sounds more impressive than Perfume Dancer?”

Tiras hooted with laughter, hard enough to give themself the hiccups, setting Gannet off. Outside the coach, Owyn rode up alongside and peered in the window.

“What’s funny?” he called.

“Perfume Dancers!” Tiras broke down in another peal of giggles.

“Perfume Dancers,” Owyn repeated. “I… what are you talking about?”

“Smoke Dancer sounds more impressive than Perfume Dancer,” Gannet repeated.

Owyn looked puzzled. “I…we’ll talk about this when we stop. Because that was just enough to confuse me even more. I have got to hear the rest of it.”

“How is your horse behaving?” Aeris asked. “You said you weren’t sure about him.”

“He weren’t too sure of me, either. But we’ve only just met each other. He seems to be settling, but it’ll take us a day or two to get to know each other.” Owyn smiled. “Pepper here looks almost exactly like his grandfa Freckles. I hope he’s as smart.”

“He’s got a good bloodline. He’ll get to know you,” Alanar said, riding up on Owyn’s other side. Past him, Aeris could see Del, who waved at her.

“How far are we going today?” Dyna asked. “And when can we come out and ride?”

“If Mama has her way, we’ll be in a coach all the way there and all the way back,” Aeris muttered.

“I heard that,” Owyn said. “Aeris, be kind. You can’t really blame her.”

“No, but this is suffocating,” Aeris answered. “I can’t just be kept in a box and only taken out for special occasions. I need to learn. We all do.”

“True,” Alanar said. “But if you’re going to ride, then you’re riding with guards.”

“I’m fine with that,” Aeris said, hearing Tiras echo her words.

Alanar cocked his head to the side and smiled. “Dyna? Your heartrate just spiked. So… which guard?”

“Fa!” Dyna gasped. Then she laughed. “I should know better. You always know. Lancir.”

“I’ll tell you about him,” Owyn said to Alanar. “Our girl has good taste.”

They rode on, and Aeris glanced at Dyna. “Did you know he could do that?” she asked. “That he could pick your heart rate out of the group? That… that’s beyond level five, isn’t it? Is there a beyond level 5?”

“I think it’s just that Fa is more sensitive, because he can’t see,” Dyna answered. “Now, I want to hear more about Perfume Dancers! Gannet, what do they use to dance?”

“Fans,” Gannet answered without hesitation. “Big ones.”

By the time the coach rolled to a stop, they had created the entire arcana for the lost Perfume Dancers of the Fire tribe, including mythology and lore, and none of them could keep a straight face. To Aeris’ surprise, the wealth of the information came from Gannet, who proved to be a very talented storyteller, and who appeared oddly satisfied by the whole venture.

“It’s just storytelling,” he said. “I was good at telling stories to the little ones around the fire back with the flock. I haven’t done it in ages, though.” He smiled. “This, though… think I could start another cult in the mountains with this one?”

“Don’t you dare!” Aeris laughed. Someone knocked on the coach door, and she looked out to see Lancir smiling up at her.

“Time for a rest break,” he announced. “The Firstborn and her Companions are at the head of the line. What was so funny? I could hear you laughing from the rearguard.”

“We have to tell Owyn, too, so we’ll tell everyone when we camp tonight.” Aeris got out of the coach and spread her wings wide to stretch. The sides of the road were a riot of color — purple Lady’s Passion, vivid yellow Maiden’s Lace, pink and red Lover’s Blush, and tiny blue Sea Stars. Tiras took one look at the blanket of flowers and sneezed violently.

“Are you all right?” Lancir asked.

“Outside makes me sneeze,” Tiras answered, tugging a handkerchief from their pouch and wiping their nose. Dyna put her hand on their back, only for Tiras to shake their head.

“It won’t help for long,” they said. “I’ll be sneezing again in an hour.”

“How have we not seen it this bad before?” Gannet asked. “I don’t remember you looking this poorly last year.”

“Because I haven’t been out around this many flowers since I came to the Palace,” Tiras answered. “We haven’t all been out on the road like this ever, and I take my season in the fall, when the flowers are done.” They rubbed their nose again. “There are a lot of flowers this year, too.”

“It’s a good year for them,” Owyn said as he came toward them. He stopped and looked at Tiras. “Oh, Tiras. You don’t look good.”

Tiras nodded and sneezed again. “I don’t feel good either.”

“Oh, no. Is Tiras flower sick, or do they just have rotten timing?” Alanar asked.

“Flower sick,” Tiras answered, and sniffled. “It’s not usually this bad.”

Alanar nodded. “I’ve heard this refrain already this year, from multiple sources. Come on. Elaias has honey drops. He swears it helps.”

"Honey drops?” Dyna repeated. “Fa, why would honey drops help?”

“I’ll let Elaias explain,” Alanar said. “It’s apparently a remedy used by non-healers in the mountains, and he says it works. Elaias? Explain how the honey drops work?”

“What?” Elaias asked, turning toward them. His brows rose. “Oh. Come here, Tiras.” He looked around. “Tris? Where’s my carryall?”

“Still in the coach, I think,” Trista answered. “Let me see.” She went to the coach and looked inside, coming back with a canvas bag. Elaias took it from her, giving her a kiss in return. He rummaged through it, coming up with a small packet.

“Here,” he said as he handed the packet to Tiras. “Take two of these a day, every day. And talk to the Senior Healer. He’ll make sure you have more.”

Tiras opened the packet, then looked up. “They’re boiled sweets,” they said, their brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”

Elaias grinned. “Tell me what you know about honey,” he said.

Tiras’ frown deepened. “Ah… not a lot,” they admitted. “Bees make it.”

“From?”

Tiras looked around, then blinked. “Oh. Flowers. They make it from flowers.”

“Specifically, they make it from the same part of the flower that makes you sneeze. And that makes me sneeze, although I’m more sensitive to the flowers we find in the mountains than I am to the ones down here.” Elaias leaned against the coach. “And there is enough of that left in the honey after the bees make it that it helps your body build up a tolerance. You just have to take a spoonful a day, every day. But it has to be honey made from the flowers that make you sneeze.”

“That part is easy,” Tiras replied. “Everything that blooms makes me sneeze.”

“So take two of those a day,” Elaias said. “Two of them is equal to one spoonful. When you’re in the Palace, get honey from the hives at the home farm. It’ll take a few weeks to really start showing any signs of working, but it will help. And next year, start taking them when the snows melt, and you’ll be ready for when the flowers bloom.”

Tiras nodded, took two of the honey drops from the packet and popped them in their mouth. They grinned. “Mama never let me have too many sweets,” they said. “She said it made me wild.”

“Now you tell us!” Gannet said with a laugh. “Right. We need to ride. We need to be outside the coach, or Tiras will be bouncing off the walls.”

“What’s this?”

Aeris turned to see that her parents and Treesi had joined them. “Tiras, you don’t look well,” Aria said, gently bouncing Yana in her arms. “Is it from being in the coach?”

“They’re flower sick,” Elaias said. “And there are a lot of flowers this year. It’s not serious, but they’ll feel like they’ve been beaten with a bag of rocks for a bit. Until we get into the hills where the flowers are different, I think.”

“It won’t help,” Tiras sniffled. “I’ve never been anywhere where the flowers don’t make me sneeze.”

“I understand that,” Elaias said, “but these are different flowers, so your body will take a few days to figure out that it doesn’t like them either.” He took a deep breath. “I’m usually sensitive to the ones that bloom first, in the early spring. Summer flowers aren’t as bad, but this year it seems that there are more of them. More of everything growing. We’ll have a good harvest this year.”

“From your mouth to the Mother’s ears,” Treesi said. “When I took my season, Othi and the girls and I just sort of meandered. Everything was in bloom. Every farmer we saw said the same thing — that this is looking to be the best year since Aria took her Progress. They’re wondering why. There were a lot of questions about if Aria was pregnant again when we were near the foothills.”

“That would be no,” Aria answered. “Not after I frightened you all the last time.” She smiled down at her youngest daughter. “As much as I love my children, I don’t want to be pregnant again. Why would they ask that?”

Treesi blushed slightly. “Because apparently Father Adavar is still paying attention to you and your cycles?” she said. “And every year you have been pregnant has been a year with an excellent harvest.”

Aria’s eyes widened. “No one has pointed that out to me. Not a single person!”

“I don’t know that we’d notice it,” Owyn said. “I mean, we’re not as close to the land. We have the reports on yield and everything, but… I don’t think anyone correlated the two. Well, maybe Afansa did and just didn’t say anything?” He paused, then asked, “Treesi, is it just Aria?”

Treesi shook her head. “Hard to say. We can ask Afansa when we get back.”

“I’d be curious to see how the numbers line up, and if it’s just Aria, or if it’s both of you,” Aven said. He grinned. “Oh, there’s a thing I haven’t thought of in years.”

“I bet I know what you’re thinking,” Owyn said with a laugh. “Hilarious pots?”

Aven burst out laughing. “Yes!”

“You’ll explain that,” Aria said. “Once we’re in the coach.”

“Mama, could we ride for a while?” Aeris asked. “If Lancir rides with us?”

Aria paused, then nodded. “It’s been quiet this morning. If we’re lucky, it will stay quiet the entire trip.”

Tiras frowned slightly. “Three days,” they murmured.

“What?” Aeris looked at her Fire, at their distant expression. “Tiras?”

“Three days of quiet, then it begins,” Tiras said. Then they crumpled, and Gannet caught them before they hit the ground.

“Tiras!” Gannet knelt, lowering Tiras down to the ground. Owyn knelt next to them, and Dyna dropped to her knees on Tiras’ other side.

“I didn’t think they were more than flower sick!” she said as she reached for Tiras’ hand.

“They’re fine, Dyna,” Owyn said. “Don’t touch them. That was a vision. Tiras? You with us?”

Tiras nodded, sitting up and rubbing their face. “I’m going to have visions all the way there, aren’t I? There’s going to be flowers all along the roads, and I’m not going to see a single thing that’s really in front of me.”

“Three days,” Aria murmured. “Three days and it begins. What begins?”

Aven shook his head. “We find out in three days?” He sighed. “We’ve had twenty years of quiet. Twenty years of balance. What’s starting now?”

“I…it really already started, didn’t it?” Aeris asked. “It started when I didn’t find my Water. We’re not balanced. Because I’m not. We’re not.” She looked at Dyna, at Gannet and Tiras. “We’re missing part of us.”

“She’s got a point,” Owyn said. He stood up and dusted off his knees. “And apparently it’s been growing. Whatever it’s coming, Frayim is seeing again, and it’s starting in three days.”

“Will it be as bad?” Del signed. “It can’t be, if things are growing and blooming.”

Owyn sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I mean… I don’t feel anything coming. But we’ll find out. And we’ll handle it.” He helped Tiras back to their feet. “Come on. I’ll ride with you and you can explain this whole Perfume Dancer thing to me.”

Aria blinked. “Perfume Dancer?”

“I have no idea, but from the laughing we could hear from inside their coach? It was fucking hilarious.”

Aven chuckled. “As hilarious as pots? Maybe I should ride with you.”

“More.”

***

Camping that night was quiet. Prompted by Owyn, Gannet told the others about Perfume Dancers, and Aeris got to see her mother laugh until she cried. And, while everyone was sitting at the fire, Aeris watched Dyna walk into the shadows with Lancir.

The next day was more of the same, with some traffic going west who reported nothing of import on the road. They shared a meal, then rode on.

The third day left Aeris feeling uneasy, too fidgety to sit in the coach, too nervous to ride. Her horse danced underneath her, and she sighed and tried to get her emotions under control.

“You feel it, too?” Owyn said, riding up next to her.

“Like summer lightning,” Aeris said. “Whatever Tiras saw, it’s close enough that I can feel it.”

Owyn nodded. “Aria feels it, too. She sent riders ahead to scout for a campsite. There should be someone coming back…” His voice trailed off as he squinted into the distance. Aeris looked, and saw dust on the road.

“Someone coming, at speed,” Owyn said, and reached into his belt pouch for his whip-chain. “Go to the coach.”

“Owyn—”

“Do what I said!” He urged Pepper into a gallop and rode off. Aeris turned Lace back toward the coach, riding past it, then turning to ride alongside. He hadn’t said to get in the coach, after all.

“What’s wrong?” Dyna asked.

“I’m not sure,” Aeris answered. “A rider, coming toward us at speed. And Owyn and I are both feeling as if something is about to happen—”

“Now,” Tiras’ voice came from inside the coach. “It’s now.” They looked out. “It begins.”

Aeris looked at them, then tapped Lace’s sides with her heels, riding forward. Whatever it was, she needed to know. She joined the group at the head of the line as the rider came into view.

“I thought I told you to go to the coach,” Owyn grumbled.

“I didn’t listen,” Aeris answered. “That… that’s Lancir!”

The young guard drew in his horse as he reached them, threw himself down from the saddle, and ran toward them.

“Firstborn…” he panted. He bowed and took a deep breath. ‘I… we found something. A burned-out camp. And a body. We found a body.”

Chapter Five

The campsite was set well back from the road, far enough that Aeris didn’t think that you’d find it if you didn’t know it was there. She wasn’t sure how the guard had found the site, and she wasn’t entirely certain that she was happy they did. She and her Companions hung back with Aria, Del and Treesi, watching as her father, Owyn, Karse, and Othi went through the site and Howl circled the area, sniffing the ground.

“Is there anything that might identify them?” Aria asked. “Anything at all?”

Aven shook his head. “It looks as if everything was burned — there’s not a blasted thing in this camp that wasn’t put to the torch.” He looked around. “Whoever did this, they were thorough.”

“It was deliberate?” Astur asked. He and Elaias had helped Aven examine the remains of the body that had been found in what probably was a tent, confirming that there was nothing left to it that would allow for identification. The state of the body was so bad that Elaias thought that it might have been a man, but it wasn’t anything he would swear to it. “It wasn’t… the campfire burning out of control? Or… or lightning?”

“It’s too complete,” Karse answered. He crouched next to a charred pile, poking at it with a stick. “A campfire burning out of control wouldn’t burn everything this completely. Whoever did this even killed the horse and burned it.” He gestured with his stick to another charred pile, then snapped the stick in two, sighed and stood up, brushing off his hands. “I hope the poor fuck was Fire.”

“We’ll bury what’s left,” Owyn said. “Just… just in case.” He sighed. “I don’t get it. This is more than a robbery. This… there’s no way to tell who they killed. Or why. They did this so no one would know who it was they killed.”

Howl whined softly, and started to dig near the remains of the tent. Karse glanced at Aven, then went over. “What have you found, old man?” he murmured, going to one knee. Howl whined again, and Karse took his dagger out, using it to dig down into the ash and uncovering something that glittered. “What’s this?” he murmured, picking it up. It was a pendant on a chain, and he let it dangle from his fingers. “Definitely not a robbery,” he said, showing the others. “This is gold. They’d have had this.”

“May I see that?” Astur asked. He took the pendant from Karse and rubbed his fingers over it. “I… I’ve seen this before. Or one like it. But… I can’t think where.” He frowned. “I know I’ve seen it.”

“It’ll come to you,” Elaias said. “Hold on to it. We’ll keep it safe, and see if we can find where it came from. It’s distinctive.”

“That’s why I recognize it,” Astur said. He shook his head. “I know I’ve seen this before!” He closed his eyes. “I… it’s been a while. A long while.”

“Maybe when you were still living out in the hills?” Owyn suggested.

“That’s probably it,” Astur sighed and tucked the pendant away. “Right. Are we burying the body?”

“I think that would be for the best,” Aven said. “That way, if they were Earth, there’s at least a chance of the Mother finding them.” He looked over at Karse. “Do we have shovels? Something to dig with?”

Karse nodded. “We’ve got tools. Let’s go back to the coaches. We can come back and get to work while they get the camp set.”

“Do you want help?” Gannet asked, sounding hesitant for the first time Aeris could remember. Karse looked at him and shook his head.

“We’ll take care of it, lad. It’s been a time since we last had to deal with raider leavings, but I think the lot of us still have the knack of it. You’ll be more help if you go help Trista with the kids, or help with the kitchens.”

Gannet looked startled. “I… I’m not a child. I can help.”

Del tapped Gannet’s arm. “There are different kinds of helping,” he signed. “This sort of helping? Isn’t going to be helping, because you’ve never done anything like this before.”

Gannet blinked. “You went too fast.”

“He said that this isn’t something for us to help with, because it’s not something we have experience with,” Aeris said. She took Gannet’s arm. “And I agree. Fa and Owyn and Del and Uncle Captain have all been through harder times than we have, because they had no choice. They don’t want us to experience that if we don’t have to.”

Aria nodded. “That’s exactly it,” she said. “And I wouldn’t have had you this close, but it was pointed out to me that protecting you from everything leaves you ignorant of the real risks we face.” She gestured toward the camp. “This… will we see more of this? And from where?” She sighed. “I’d hoped you would never have to see this sort of thing, and now we must make certain you know how to face them when they come. But for now, we’ll do as Karse suggests. You can help with the camp, and we will talk around the fire after we eat.”

Aeris looked back at the charred ground, then followed her mother back toward the coaches. Her mind was racing, and she didn’t let go of Gannet’s arm as they walked; by the time they reached the road, she could tell that her Companions were worried.

“Aeri?” Gannet murmured. “What is it?”

“I… I’m still getting my mind around it,” she answered. “I…” She frowned and looked back. “That was because of me.”

“What?” Dyna gasped. “Aeri, no!”

“It was,” Aeris said. She let Gannet’s arm go, clasping her hands in front of her. “I… I’m not sure how, but it was. And there will be more. Because of me. Because of who they think I am.”

“As much as I wish I could say you’re wrong,” Aven said from behind them, “I don’t think you’re wrong. I think this is still that same… conflict that’s been simmering for years, and it’s finally coming to a boil.”

“So how do we stop it?” Aeris turned to look at her father, and pointed past him, toward the burned-out camp. “How do we keep that from happening again? How do I make them see that I’m not this mythical Child that they think I am? I’m me, and I’m here, and I don’t want people fighting over me!”

“You can’t,” Tiras said. “You can’t make them. They believe that legend.”

“Tiras is right,” Aven said, nodding. “We all learned how important lore can be — it’s part of our people, our place in the world. And we learned the hard way that while some people will use that lore to build, like the Penitents, other people will use that lore to tear things down. Possibly whoever did this is of that sort. We don’t know.”

“That makes this my fault,” Aeris said in a soft voice.

“No,” Gannet said gently, sliding his hand over her lower back, underneath her wings. “It’s not your fault. They’ll say they’re doing it because of the Child, but really, that’s just an excuse.” He looked up. “Right?”

“He’s right, my dove,” Aria said as she joined them. “People who will do something like this do it because they think they have the right, that the lore gives them permission. We saw it with Risha, with the raiders who terrorized people in the hills, and with the Wanderers who thought that Air and Water were animals, and not people. They will say that they do the things that they do because that’s what the lore says, and that’s the way they were taught, and others will say that it’s because that’s the way things should be, but at the heart of it, I think that it’s just to give themselves an excuse to hurt others. Because what they’re doing isn’t in the lore — there’s nothing in any of the stories or songs that tells them to kill.” She paused. “Some of them will change when those beliefs are challenged.”

“Like the Penitents at the Temple,” Dyna said. “They learned better.”

“Or Frayim,” Owyn added. “Once he knew that what he’d learned was wrong, he tried to teach his people they were wrong and they hunted him because of it. Because for everyone who is willing to think for themself and change, there’s a whole handful of people who’ll fight back because someone dared to question their ways.” He sighed. “Look, the people who are doing this are grown adults. They know what they’re doing. They’re still chasing the lies that Risha and her lot told them. They don’t even know your name, Aeri. They’re not doing anything because of you. They’re doing it because it’s easier to follow than it is to think and go against the crowd.” He shook his head. “We don’t know, though. Maybe whoever it was had enemies, and we’re all following the wrong tunnel. I mean… it’s possible.”

“Here’s me hoping we’re all jumping at shadows,” Karse said. “Come on.”

They returned to the road, and Karse called Copper over. “We’re camping, but on the other side of the road,” he said. “Find a good spot, and get the camp set. Then… I’ll need half a dozen guards, and as many shovels as we’ve got.”

Copper nodded. “Yes, sir. How bad is it?”

Karse looked back over his shoulder. “You know, let’s have fresh eyes on this. Come with me. Aven, we’ll be back.” He led Copper away. Owyn took over giving the orders, while Aven turned to Aeris. “You all know what to do with the kitchen tent, don’t you?”

Aeris nodded. “Yes, Fa.”

“Would you mind?” He looked around. “I want to get this done, and I’ll need Owyn with me. Once the kitchen tent is set up, get supper started, and we’ll be back as soon as we can.” He paused to share breath with Aeris, kissed her cheek, then went to Aria. They stood for a moment, foreheads together, before Owyn joined them. They both kissed Aria, and headed back the way they’d come.

“Right. Let’s pick a good spot for the kitchen tent…” Tiras looked around, then pointed. “There. That’s a good spot.”

“Let’s go get started, then,” Aeris said. “Dyna, go see if your fa needs help first.”

“Mama Treesi is with him,” Dyna said. “I’ll go check on them once I help with the kitchen, since you don’t need me to cook.”

“Woman, you can’t cook,” Gannet grumbled.

“Which means you won’t need me once you start cooking.” Dyna smiled sweetly. “But I can help set up the firepit and fill pots with water. Then I’ll go see if Fa needs help.”

They got to work — once the tent and the trestle table were set up, and the equipment unpacked, Gannet dug the firepit while Tiras and Dyna collected firewood. Then Tiras set up the tripod for the big kettle and got the fire started while Dyna and Gannet carried water. While they worked, Aeris got to work at the trestle table, cutting vegetables and measuring millet into the kettle, adding spices and one of the seasoning balls that Lexi made to add to soup. Owyn had taught her to cook from the time she was tall enough to see over the edge of the counter in the little kitchen off the Salon, and it was honestly something she enjoyed. Doing it helped her get her thoughts in order, helped her work out knotty problems she might be facing. Hopefully, it might help her understand what she was feeling.

“Did any of the guards go hunting?” she called without looking away from her work.

“Half a dozen rabbits.” She glanced over her shoulder to see Lancir. “Some of the others are getting them ready, and they’re saving the offal for Howl.” He came up next to her at the table, watched her for a moment, then blurted, “What are you doing in the kitchen? You’re the Heir.”

“I’m doing my share of the work,” Aeris answered. “If I wasn’t cooking, I’d be helping clean up afterward. Being Heir doesn’t mean I don’t do my part in camp.”

“But… why do you even know how to cook? Why are you doing servant work?” Lancir walked around the table to face her. “You’re the Heir…”

“And the Heir is not too good to peel potatoes,” Aeris finished. “Or wash pots. Or do what needs doing. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. Owyn taught me to cook. Del taught me what to do on the trail. My father taught me to hunt and to navigate. All of my fathers and uncles taught me to fight and to heal. Mama Lexie taught me to keep accounts and manage a household staff, and Aunt Afansa taught me to keep the Palace running and all the dozens of things that it takes to do it. Because my mother taught me that I have to know what my people are doing so that I can help them do it.” She poured wine into the kettle, then looked up. “I’m no better than anyone else, just because I’m my mother’s daughter.”

Lancir blinked, then nodded. “I never thought of it that way. So… is there anything you can’t do?”

Aeris grinned. “I’m a lousy gardener.” She pushed the kettle across the table. “And… only half a dozen rabbits? Anything else?”

Lancir shook his head. “I think we scared off the game. Or that fire did. We can go back out, but I don’t think we’ll bring anything down in time to eat it tonight.”

Aeris nodded. “Right. Stew, then. And I’ll mix up some flatbread. If you’ll get them, I’ll add them to the pot once I butcher them.” She looked up to see Lancir staring at her. “Yes, I know how to do that, too.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re amazing. Did you know that?”

Aeris looked up to see him smiling at her. “Lancir, are you flirting with me?”

He grinned. “You noticed!”

“I also noticed you spending time with Dyna.” Aeris rested her hands on the tabletop. “And I noticed that she greatly enjoys that time.”

His grin faded. “You think so?”

“I know so.” Aeris looked around. “You’re not still on duty, are you?”

“Guarding you is my duty.”

Aeris shook her head. “Flirting is not guarding. And Uncle Captain will take it out of your hide if he catches you at flirting when you’re supposed to be guarding.” Lancir looked over his shoulder, and Aeris laughed. “He’s not there. Now, go fetch those rabbits if you want to eat tonight. And if you’re interested in Dyna, focus your flirts on her. And save them for when you’re off duty.”

Lancir backed up and swept into an elaborate bow. “My Heir,” he pronounced. Then he headed off, leaving Aeris shaking her head. She saw movement from the corner of her eye, and turned to see Dyna coming toward her.

“I saw Lancir?” she said as she joined Aeris at the table. “Is he off duty?”

“No. He’s supposed to be guarding,” Aeris said. “Does he flirt with all the girls, or are we special?”

“Was he?” Dyna looked past her. “Flirting with you?”

“He started to, and I told him to save it for you.” Aeris smiled and leaned her shoulder into Dyna’s. “I’m not going to get in the way of what you might be building. I want you to be happy.”

Dyna blushed slightly. “I don’t know if we’re building anything. Or if we can. I just… I like him.”

“Then why don’t you go help him?” Aeris nudged Dyna again. “He went off to fetch the meat for supper.” She nodded. “That way.”

Dyna smiled and walked in the direction Lancir had gone, and Aeris started measuring out flour and salt for the flatbread. Making the dough would wait until she’d butchered the rabbits. As if the thought conjured them, Lancir and Dyna appeared, each of them carrying a string of skinned and gutted rabbits.

“Where do you want these?” Lancir called.

Aeris turned and picked up a bowl, setting it on the table. “Here,” she said.

“What other help do you need?” Dyna asked as she put her string into the bowl.

“Nothing I can think of,” Aeris said. She looked around. “I think you can go help your fa now.”

Dyna nodded. She stopped at the wash basin and scrubbed her hands before walking away; Aeris noticed how Lancir’s gaze followed Dyna as she left.

“I’m not sure if there’s a guard on the healers,” she murmured softly. “And Gannet and Tiras are right here. I’m fine.” She looked up to see Lancir looking at her.

“And the healers aren’t that far,” Lancir said, glancing in the direction Dyna had gone.

“Just a shout, really.” Aeris nodded. “Go on.”

Lancir grinned. “You really are amazing,” he said, then followed Dyna. Aeris laughed softly and went back to making supper. She was kneading the flatbread dough when her father and Owyn came toward the fire.

“It’s done,” Aven said. “Where’s your mother?”

“I think she’s with Trista and the children,” Aeris answered. “I haven’t seen her since we came back.”

Aven nodded. “Let me go tell her we’re done.”

“You do that,” Owyn said. “And I’ll help Aeri with cooking.” He grinned at her, and she smiled in response as he took his place next to her at the table. “What are we making?”

“Flatbread,” she answered. “There wasn’t a lot of meat from the hunting, so I made stew.” She nodded toward the fire, where Gannet was minding the pot. “I wanted to save the preserved meat for if hunting failed completely.”

“How poor was the hunting?” Owyn asked.

“Six rabbits.”

He whistled. “Yeah, that’s not a lot. Right. What can I do to help?”

They worked in comfortable silence, for which Aeris was grateful. Owyn always seemed to know when she needed to be quiet to think. And now, she did. There was something wrong underneath the surface, something that made her uneasy. When it started, she thought it was something to do with Tiras’ vision and today being the third day. Now? It hadn’t stopped, and she wasn’t entirely sure it had anything to do with the burned-out camp.

“Fa?” she said softly. “Are you… feeling anything?”

Owyn looked at her. “You don’t call me that,” he said. “Just Fa, and not Fa Owyn. You don’t do that. Not unless something is bothering you. What is it?”

“I’m not sure,” Aeris admitted. “I still feel… something is off. I can’t tell what. And it’s not stopping. Remember I said it felt like summer lightning? Right before they found the campsite? I’m still feeling it. Something is…” She frowned, then shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Owyn nodded. “I’m not feeling anything. Did you ask Tiras?”

“Not yet.” Aeris nodded toward the fire. “They sat down with Gannet and almost immediately fell asleep. Being flower sick is keeping them awake at night.”

Owyn sighed. “I’ll talk to Allie and see if he has any ideas about that. There’s got to be something. And I can go looking tonight, after the children are asleep. See if I can see anything. Now, give me some of that dough.”

Chapter Six

“So…” Karse said as he laid aside his empty bowl. “The children are all out of earshot. What do we know?”

“Not much,” Owyn answered. “There weren’t much to find out there. Someone did a good job of completely wiping away anything that could tell us who that was.”

“We know a little,” Elaias corrected. “That site… it’s not that recent. There was some growth through the ash near the center, and more on the edges. Not new growth, either.” He frowned. “It’s been a few weeks at most? No longer than that, I don’t think.”

Karse snorted. “I grew up in Forge. I don’t know a blasted thing about growing things. So I’ll take your word for it. A few weeks old. Long enough for someone traveling to be missed. We can start asking, showing that pendant as we go. See what we can find.”

“We can be pretty sure that they were Fire or Earth,” Astur added. “So… they’re taken care of one way or the other.”

Elaias turned and looked at his brother. “What did you see that I didn’t?”

Astur grinned. “Oh, now that’s a compliment. You didn’t notice? Their bones. They weren’t hollow, and they weren’t heavy. So they weren’t Air—”

“And they weren’t Water,” Aven finished. “Not that Water would be this far inland without good reason. And if they were, we’d have known. When the tribe comes on-land, they tend to come via the Palace harbor.” He nodded. “Good catch, Astur.”

“It was.” Elaias stretched and stood up. “I’m going to go find my wife and let her have a break. It’s not fair to her that she has to chase the little ones all day.”

Del got up too. “I’ll come with you. Yana will want one of us to put her to bed.” He kissed Aria’s cheek, then followed Elaias away from the fire.

“Aria, are you feeling anything?” Owyn asked. “Tiras? Any hint of anything wrong?”

Aria frowned and shook her head. “No. Why?”

Tiras sneezed. “I can’t tell what I’m feeling right now,” they said. “Everything is all mixed up. I don’t think…” They paused. “Maybe? Something… like a shadow.”

“That’s it,” Aeris said. “It’s a shadow, in the middle of a sunny field. There’s something there that shouldn’t be, and I can’t tell what. It’s just… there.” She sighed and pulled her wings in tight to her back, leaning into Gannet’s comforting bulk. On her other side, Dyna took her hand. “It’s darkness,” she said. “It’s lurking at the edges.”

“I am not feeling anything like that,” Aria said.

“Neither am I.” Owyn turned to look at Aeris. “But Aeri is, and Tiras is.” He frowned. “I wish Fisher had come with us. Maybe it’s something we’re not feeling because we’re older?”

“Or because it is something that doesn’t center on us,” Aria said. “Whatever it is, it is focused on Aeris and on her Companions.”

Aeris sighed. “Which… we knew that. The fighting in the mountains, it’s because of the stories about the Child. This conflict, it’s all centered on who they think I am.” She shook her head. “It’s coming, and we can’t stop it. People are going to get hurt, and there’s nothing we can do.”

“There is,” Aven said. “But it won’t be easy. It’s never easy, when you’re at the heart of prophecy.” He looked at Aria, who was sitting at his right. “We know that all too well. I could wish that you wouldn’t have to learn it the way we did.”

“Oh,” Owyn breathed. “Oh, yeah. That… fuck.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his twists fell over his shoulders. “Yeah, let’s not have any more massive storms or exploding mountains, right?”

“We’re not that far out of balance,” Treesi said. “The land says we are not. Things are green and growing. When we first started, back at the beginning, the land was dead.”

“It’s a little out of balance, but it can be pulled back in,” Othi agreed. “We’re a little off course. But a little off course for a long enough time? Then you’re lost.”

“We’re not lost,” Aven said, his voice firm.

“The last time, it was twenty-five years,” Aeris said. “This time, it’s two or so. We’re not lost. Not yet.” She looked around to see the entire group staring at her. “We know why we’re out of balance. The lore says I have to have my Water first.”

“You know, I thought we were done hearing about lore,” Karse said. “I mean, everything to do with getting Aria on the throne was driven by the lore, and by things being done wrong. And it went all the way back to Milon taking the wrong road on his Progress, because of the floods that year. Right?” He looked around. “Aven, am I remembering that right?”

“You are,” Aven agreed. “And I thought we’d fulfilled the requirements for the lore, too. But now—”

“You haven’t,” Gannet blurted. “Because you’re missing part of the lore entirely.”

“What?” Aven frowned, looking across the fire. “Gannet, what do you mean? What lore are we missing? We’ve done everything—”

Gannet shook his head, his wings flaring slightly. “You haven’t!” they insisted. “Because you’re not looking at all of the lore.” He looked around. “Ever since I came down from the mountains and started really learning, I’ve been wondering about it. But it didn’t seem my place to say anything. I thought… you all lived the lore already. But I haven’t heard anyone talking about anything to do with the lore that I learned when I was small.”

“Which lore?” Aria asked.

“Firstborn, no one talks about Axia as a child. I haven’t heard anyone talking about the High Meadows lore, which means that no one is looking at all of the lore. No one is talking about the Heir becoming the Heir. And the stories they tell in the mountains, about the Child, those are based in the High Meadows stories. Aren’t they? Does that make them lore, too? The people in the mountains, that’s their lore. That’s why they’re doing what they’re doing. We were just talking about that.”

“I… it’s…” Owyn started. He frowned and looked around. “Aria, you told us those were lore. Years ago.”

“That was what I was taught, the same as Gannet,” Aria said. “That they were the early lore, from before Axia came down from the mountains.”

“They are lore because they are stories about Axia,” Gannet said.

“I… I don’t think that’s how it works—” Owyn started.

“Why not?” Gannet asked. “Tell me why stories about Axia as a child are not being taught as a source of lore, when every other story about her is? The Progress is the path she took to find her first Companions. The order that the Heir is supposed to find the Companions is the same order that she found hers. And not following that lore is what started the whole downhill slide the last time.” He looked around. “All of our lore started as stories about Axia. These are stories about Axia, but they’re not taught as lore anywhere but in the mountains. Why not?”

“That… those are some very good questions,” Aven murmured. “I wonder what Steward will have to say to those?”

“I want to know what Del will say,” Owyn added. “He’ll know more about this than any of us. He’s been studying these stories since we first learned about them, because he’d never heard all of them either. I don’t think we were ignoring them. Not intentionally, anyway. Somehow, we lost that part of the lore.” He frowned. “Fire doesn’t tell those stories. Or they didn’t, until Del got them written down and we spread them out again.”

“I never heard them outside the mountains,” Astur said. “I knew them from when I was small. Mam told us those stories. But when we got Del’s books and read the stories to the children in Terraces, no one knew them at all.”

“And Water doesn’t tell them,” Aven said. “I’d never heard them until the Progress. Aria, you knew them.”

“They’re common stories among the Air flocks,” Aria said. “Or they were.”

“They still are,” Gannet agreed. “I’ve told them. I’m not sure how they’re lore, though. The ones we call lore… those are instructions. Ways to do things. How is beating King Frog at riddles an instruction?”

Tiras laughed. “Because there’s the story, and there’s the meaning. What’s the meaning?” They poked Gannet with one finger. “The heart of the story is the lore.”

“My question about those stories about the Child is how old are they?” Aeris asked. “Are they new, like the silliness about the Perfume Dancers that we came up with the other day? Or are they the same lore, from a different angle? How do we tell the difference? Gannet, you were making jokes about how you could start a Perfume Dancer cult based on what we came up with in the coach. Remember?”

“That’s a frightening idea,” Owyn said. “And we had the same questions when we first learned about the Child and Del told us about the High Meadows stories. He’s been working on that answer for years.” He sat up. “And here he comes.”

Del joined them, sitting down next to Owyn. He looked around and arched a brow. “I missed something?”

“Something you might be the only one who can answer,” Owyn replied. “We were talking about the High Meadows stories, and how they’re lost lore. Which means that when we’re following the lore, we’re not following all of it, and that might be a problem.”

Del’s brow furrowed. “If it’s a problem, it’s been a problem for a very long time. No one in Milon’s circle knew the stories. Fa didn’t know them before I learned them.”

Owyn translated, and Alanar leaned forward. “Del, where did you first learn them?”

Del cocked his head to the side, frowning. He slowly shook his head. “I don’t remember,” he signed. Then he coughed. “Nestor,” he said aloud.

“Nestor, the old steward? The one Risha killed?” Owyn said. “He told you those stories? How did he… oh. I remember now. He was wingless Air.”

“And Air didn’t lose that lore,” Gannet said. “Huh…” His voice trailed off, and he frowned and hunched over in his seat.

“Gan?” Aeris put her hand on Gannet’s arm. “What is it?”

“Wondering,” he murmured. “I’ve been telling those stories since I learned them from my grandmother. Who taught her? And…did we learn them from the people in the mountains? Or did they learn them from us?” He gestured toward the eastern sky. “Is that what the fighting in the mountains is about? It’s all over which lore is right? But it’s the same lore, isn’t it?”

Owyn looked at Del. “You want me to say it?” When Del nodded, he grinned. “Right. Too many words, and it’s getting dark. Del says that it probably is all the same lore, and that it probably came down from the mountains from the winged flocks to the wingless ones and spread from there. Given how isolated the Air flocks are, and how the Wanderers in the mountains tend to be isolated, too, Del says that would lead to… wait, what?” He paused. “Really? All right. It leads to less drift.”

“Drift?” Aven repeated. “Like tides?”

“Oh,” Othi breathed. “I understand. It’s a problem we have with tattoos. Every time an artist works, they make small changes. They can’t help it. Nobody can make the same mark the same way every time, no matter how hard they try. And every time there’s a small change, it’s replicated. So small changes become big changes…” He paused. “And we were just talking about that. That’s where we are. Small changes became big changes became stories that aren’t even told anymore because no one recognizes them as being lore.”

“But the stories are spreading again—” Astur said.

“As stories,” Treesi interrupted. “The books that Del compiled and had printed are storybooks. It’s like The Stars Dance. They’re entertainment for children. They’re not being read as lore. Which… how do we teach people the lore if we don’t know what it’s supposed to mean? What is it telling us?” She gestured toward Tiras. “They’re right. We need the meaning at the heart of the story. And it’s changed so much, how do we know?”

“We find out,” Owyn said. “Del says we have to find out. Which means we have to talk to the Air tribe and find out which is the oldest version.”

Gannet snorted. “Good luck with that,” he said. “Every flock will say that their version is the oldest.”

“Do we have time to do that?” Aeris asked. “This is happening now. The mountain folk are fighting over this now. We need to know how to stop this.”

“We’ve got time before we get to the Temple,” Gannet said. “I’ll tell you the stories. All of the ones I know. And we can compare them to the ones the Firstborn knows, and the ones Del knows, and see what’s the same. And maybe find something that way.”

“That sounds frighteningly like a plan,” Karse said. “And it’ll give you a way to pass the time in the coach.”

“Write them down,” Owyn said. “Del says to write them down. Who writes with the best hand?”

“Tiras.” The answer came from three directions, and Tiras scowled at them.

“I can’t embellish, can I?” they asked. “I just have to write it down the way you tell me. That’s boring.”

“It’s important.” Gannet hugged Tiras to his side. “I’ll try to be entertaining.”

“We should get some sleep,” Aven said. “We need to be on the road early to make up time.”

Aeris nodded and let go of Dyna’s hand, standing up. Gannet rested his hand on the small of her back, and she leaned into his side. Tiras offered Dyna their arm, and the four of them left the fire and headed toward their tent. As they reached it, someone whistled from out of the shadows. Aeris turned and saw Lancir. He smiled and came toward them.

“I just went off duty,” he said. “And… well, I was hoping to steal Dyna away for a little while? For company, while I eat?”

Aeris looked back at Dyna, who blushed. “I’d like that,” she murmured. “Aeris, if you don’t mind?”

Aeris smiled and shook her head. “I don’t. Go on. And if you stay up too late, you can sleep in the coach tomorrow.” She laughed as Dyna hugged her and kissed her cheek, then watched as Lancir took her hand and walked off toward the kitchen tent with her.

“Do you think they’ll just be having dinner?” Tiras whispered.

“I think she’ll tell us in the morning,” Gannet whispered back. “And that we shouldn’t wait up for her. She’s likely to come in late, and she’ll crawl in with us when she does.”

They entered the tent, finding that the bed boxes had been set up for them — there were two beds set up side by side. Gannet went to stand by one of them, then looked back.

“Who’s sleeping where tonight?” he asked. “All together, and we can put Tiras in the middle?”

“Threaten me, why don’t you?” Tiras said with a laugh. “In between two of my favorite people? How is that a bad thing?”

Gannet chuckled. “Come on, then. I’ll tell you both a story.”

They prepared for bed, and all climbed in. Gannet laid down on his right side, and Aeris was on her left, facing him. Tiras rested between them, on their back, their hands tucked behind their head.

“Story?” they prompted.

Gannet laughed. “Right. I’ll start from the beginning of the cycle. And I’ll tell it again tomorrow so you can write it down, Tir.” He paused, closing his eyes, then began, “World begin. Worlds end. Worlds begin again. So it is with worlds. In the young days of the world, in the days when the Mother and Axia dwelt in the hidden meadows of the high places, Axia went out from her mother’s house in search of her own purpose. Her entire world, and all that she knew was her mother’s house and the meadow, but she had seen more in her dreams. So she followed those dreams, leaving the meadow and her mother behind her as she climbed higher into the mountains, seeking answers to the questions that she held in her heart, and seeking the places that she saw in her mind.

“High in the mountains, far from the meadow she had known, Axia lay down to rest by the shores of a lake. While she slept, she was discovered by the frogs who lived there. They had never seen anyone like Axia before, and fled to their king, terrified of the monster sleeping in their back garden. The king summoned his army, and they marched out to defeat the threat to their people. They discovered Axia awake; the king challenged her, and she assured him that she meant his people no harm. She spoke to them kindly, telling them about her life with her mother, and about her search for answers. And she asked them questions about their lives and their world, and the Frog King grew to desire this gentle stranger, and demanded that she remain with them and become his queen—”

A snore interrupted the story, and Aeris muffled a laugh as Tiras rolled toward Gannet in their sleep.

“I think that’s the end of story time,” Gannet said in a low voice. “Did you get anything out of what you did hear?”

“Nothing that I didn’t already know,” Aeris admitted. “Axia trying to find her place in the world, and trying to make sense of who she was. Which… doesn’t everyone have that?”

Gannet nodded. “Truth. I think that’s part of growing up. We have it easy.”

“We do?” Aeris shifted closer, draping her arm over both Tiras and Gannet.

“I think so,” Gannet answered. “You’re the Heir. Your place in the world is pretty solid. And as for the Companions? We find out who we are and our place in the world when you give us these.” He touched the cloudy white gem at his throat.

Aeris smiled. “Have I mentioned recently that I love you?”

Gannet looked thoughtful, then shook his head. “Not today. But that’s fine. I know it. Go to sleep.”

Chapter Seven

Aeris woke up hearing movement outside the tent. People were calling and there were the sounds of the camp being broken down. Gannet was still sound asleep, but Tiras had somehow gotten out from between them without waking either of them. She shifted closer to Gannet, and he sleepily pulled her into his arms and sighed. Then he jerked slightly and opened his eyes.

“We’re missing one,” he mumbled.

“They got up without waking us,” Aeris said. “I only just noticed.”

Gannet chuckled and pulled her closer. “Well, since we’re alone…” His voice trailed off, and he raised his head. “Aeri, we are alone. The other bed wasn’t slept in.”

Aeris rolled onto her front to look — the blankets on the other bed were still tucked in. “Dyna didn’t come in?” She looked back at Gannet. “We’re getting up?”

“We’re getting up.”

They scrambled into clothes and left the tent together. There was a group sitting around the fire, but Aeris could see that Dyna wasn’t there. Owyn, however, was, and he smiled and waved at them. Then his smile faded, and he touched Alanar’s arm.

“Oh, fuck,” Aeris whispered.

“Do you see her?” Gannet asked.

“No.” Aeris didn’t move, waiting for Owyn and Alanar to come to them.

“Is Dyna still asleep?” Owyn looked at the tent flap. “That’s not like her. She’s never the last one up, and Tiras came out a bit ago.”

“She’s… not in there,” Aeris said. “She went for a walk with Lancir last night, and she didn’t come in. We only just woke up and found out.”

“She…” Owyn stared at them for a moment, then turned around and bellowed, “Dyna!”

Immediately, the group at the fire moved — Karse and Elaias both came running, with Aven and Othi following behind.

“What’s is it?” Elaias asked.

“Dyna never came in last night,” Aeris repeated. “She went for a walk with… Lancir!” Aeris gasped as the young guard appeared from behind the kitchen tent, hand in hand with Dyna. Both of them were wearing the same clothes as they had been the day before, and both carried baskets.

“Where have you been?” Owyn demanded.

“We were up early, and we went foraging,” Dyna answered. She looked mystified. “We told the guard on duty where we were going.”

“I wanted to help with the supplies, since the hunting was poor yesterday,” Lancir added. He grinned sheepishly. “Turns out, I don’t know a thing about mushrooms.”

“Or anything else you could gather while foraging,” Dyna jibed gently. She turned to face them. “I’m sorry we frightened you. We didn’t mean to.”

“And where were you last night?” Owyn asked in a low voice.

“And that’s our signal to leave,” Karse said. “Lancir, with me.”

“Captain, if I may?” Lancir said. “I… I asked Dyna to come and keep me company while I ate. We went for a walk, just past the guards. They could see us the entire time. Then we went back to the fire to talk and… well, we fell asleep sitting there.” He looked around. “There’s Lestri. He’s the one who woke us up. You can ask him.” He drew himself up. “Fireborn, nothing untoward happened.”

“Keep it that way,” Owyn said, his voice firm. Dyna narrowed her eyes, and Owyn coughed. “Really?” he sputtered. “That’s your argument?”

“What?” Alanar asked.

“Right… maybe I’m being a bit overprotective. Maybe.” Owyn grumbled. “Dyna, if you’re going to throw that in my face, even privately, then you’re old enough to know the whole story. Go put those in the kitchen tent to be packed.”

Dyna blushed. “Yes, Fa. I… I’m sorry. That was… I shouldn’t have…”

“No, you shouldn’t have. And it’s past time that we talk, Dyna.” Owyn led Alanar away, and Aeris could hear them talking in low voices. Dyna bit her lip, but shook her head when Aeris stepped toward her. She turned and walked toward the kitchen tent. Lancir and Karse followed, and Aeris could tell that Karse was furious.

“What was that about?” Gannet whispered.

“I’ll explain later,” Aeris answered. “Let’s go eat.”

They headed toward the fire, and Aven fell in next to her. He didn’t say anything, which was fine with Aeris. She wasn’t sure how she’d have answered any questions. Then he took a deep breath and broke the silence. “Aeris?”

She stopped walking and sighed. “Yes, Fa?”

“How long has this been going on?”

Aeris shook her head. “I’m not sure what ‘this’ you mean, Fa. You know when Dyna and Lancir started. It was right before we left. We talked about it on the beach, after you took us out on the canoe. Remember?”

Aven nodded. “I remember now.”

“I’m not sure of the problem,” Aeris added. “We all like him. You like him. Fa Owyn likes him, too. At least, I thought he did.”

“I can’t speak for Owyn, but I think the problem may very well be that Dyna isn’t an adult yet.”

Aeris frowned. “Fa, she’s been my Companion for two years. We weren’t any of us adults when we first came together. Fa Owyn didn’t have any trouble with that.”

“But that’s the difference,” Aven said. “She’s your Companion. You four are made for each other. He knows that none of you will ever hurt Dyna, and he trusts all of you. He doesn’t have that same level of trust with Lancir, for all that he’s one of Karse’s men.” Aven grimaced. “We’ve had… trouble with one of Karse’s men before. Karse has been more careful since then, but still… Owyn is wary.”

“Trouble?” Gannet repeated. “With the Captain’s men?”

“It was years ago, during Aria’s Progress,” Aven said. “And that’s all you need to know. The rest isn’t important. At least, not to this conversation.” He took a deep breath. “Go and eat something, Aeri. We’ll be on the road soon enough.”

“Can we ride this morning?” Aeris asked. “If we stay with the guard or Fa Owyn and Fa Del?”

Aven smiled. “I’ll tell the guard to have your horses saddled. Now go eat.”

Aeris nodded, taking Gannet’s hand. They walked to the fire and sat down with Tiras, who watched them coming without moving.

“Why didn’t you come see?” Gannet asked softly.

“Because Othi told me to stay.” Tiras looked over their shoulder. “When someone that big tells me to stay, I’m staying. What happened? I noticed Dyna wasn’t in the other bed when I got up.”

“She and Lancir fell asleep out here,” Aeris answered, keeping her voice low. “And Fa Owyn isn’t happy.”

“You said you were going to explain,” Gannet said. “Is now good?”

Aeris looked around. There was no one in earshot. “Tir, would you get us some porridge?” she asked. “We need to eat so we can get ready to go.”

Tiras nodded and got up, going to the fire and filling two bowls. They carried them back, sitting down on the ground at Aeris’ feet once she and Gannet had taken the bowls. “Tell.”

Aeris looked around again. “You don’t tell,” she murmured. “Understand?”

“Understood,” Gannet answered.

“Fa Owyn grew up on the streets of Forge, and before he was adopted by Grandfa Mem, he was a street whore,” Aeris said. “And he started way too young.”

Tiras whistled softly. “That… I didn’t know that.”

“You didn’t need to know,” Aeris answered. “Fa Owyn doesn’t talk about it much, because people are funny about it when they find out. But that’s the brand on his shoulder — the crossed lines? He was caught one too many times, and sold as a slave because of it.”

“Owyn was a slave?” Gannet gasped. “I… I didn’t think there were slaves anymore!”

“There were, when they were our age,” Aeris said. She looked around again. “Mama changed the laws. Well, Grandfa Milon did because she asked him to do it. He made it so that whores aren’t punished anymore, and she outlawed slavery in all of Adavar. Owyn may be the last person to have those marks.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell us that?” Tiras asked. Then they frowned. “No, nevermind. Why would they? It’s not important.”

“Except that may be why Owyn is reacting the way that he is,” Gannet said. “Aeri, did you know that he could hear Dyna in his head?”

“No, but it makes sense. She’s his daughter.” Aeris stirred her porridge and took a bite. “We’ll see what happens next.”

“Do you think Lancir is going to be sent back?” Gannet asked. “Or sent away?”

“I hope not,” Aeris answered.

Gannet nodded, eating his own porridge. He finished his bowl before saying, “Tir, what do you think of him? Really?”

Tiras shrugged. “What time I’ve spent with him has been with you all. I haven’t had any alone time with him, so I don’t have any impression that isn’t…” They paused. “Ah… colored? I suppose that’s the word. Colored by what others think of him.”

“Especially Dyna?” Aeris asked, scraping the bottom of her bowl.

“What about me?” Aeris looked over her shoulder to see that Dyna had come up behind her. Her face was pale, her eyes red. Aeris put down her bowl and held her hand out, but Dyna ignored it, coming around to sit facing them. “What about me?” she repeated.

“Wondering if we need to thump Lancir,” Tiras answered.

“You do not need to thump Lancir,” Dyna snapped. “You’re all overreacting. Honestly, you said that if we got closer, you’d welcome him!”

“We did,” Aeris agreed. “And in the very next breath, there was the promise that if he hurt you, we’d thump him. So… which is it? And are you all right?”

Dyna grimaced. “I was… I was wrong. I said something I shouldn’t have to my father, and now he’s upset with me.” She clasped her hands in her lap. “And if Lancir gets put out, it’ll be my fault.”

“You both did it. Why would it be your fault?” Tiras asked. “Isn’t it part his fault? Why do you get all the blame?”

Dyna blushed slightly. “I suggested going foraging. He reminded me about how bad the hunting was, so I suggested we go foraging, and we didn’t find any of my parents to tell them we were going before we left.”

Aeris nodded, then looked past Dyna to see Karse and Lancir coming toward them. Lancir had a look that Aeris knew — Karse had taken him to task, then forgiven him and given him a second chance. All the younger guards in the Palace wore that look at least once. There was a different look for guards who were taken to task a second time, one that was usually paired with them being dismissed.

“Captain?” Aeris called. “Were you looking for us?”

“Just your Earth,” Karse answered. “If I could borrow her?”

“Captain, I don’t mind saying this in front of them all,” Lancir interjected. “The Heir and her Companions are… well, they’re a whole. And if I’m speaking to one of them, I should speak to them all. Shouldn’t I?”

Karse nodded. “If that’s how you want to do it. Make it handsome.”

Lancir nodded, tucking his hands behind his back. “Earthborn,” he said. Then he grimaced. “It feels strange to say that. Dyna, I’m sorry. I know better. We shouldn’t have left the camp. I was under orders to keep you and the rest of the Heir’s circle safe, and going off alone with you… if something had happened, it would have been a disaster. I violated the trust placed in me by the Firstborn and my captain, and I apologize.”

Karse folded his arms over his chest. “New rules, Dyna,” he said. “If you continue to go walking out with my guard, you stay inside the camp at all times. No going out foraging without my express permission, and without a half-dozen guards. We don’t know who did for that poor wretch in the other camp, and until we find out, I’m not taking chances with any of you.” He looked at the others. “And that goes for all of you. Understood?”

“Yes, Captain,” Aeris said, hearing Gannet and Tiras echo her words. “Thank you.”

Karse smiled. Then he turned and pointed at Lancir. “You’ve got latrine duty from now until we reach the Temple. Understood?”

“Yes, Captain,” Lancir answered.

“Good. Go on, then. We’ll be ready to ride soon.”

***

The rest of the journey was uneventful, and even pleasant in spots. They met with farmers and traders along the road, stopping to share news. No one recognized the pendant from the campsite, and while there were reports of bandits, they were all second-hand reports witnessed by someone who knew someone who’d seen them. In the coach, Aeris and her circle studied the different variations of the High Meadows stories that they’d collected from Aria, Elaias, Astur and Treesi, and compared them with the ones Gannet knew, looking for differences and arguing about what they might mean. The evenings were quiet, and Lancir and Dyna sat together every night after supper, reading by torchlight.

The group grew smaller at the crossroads, when Elaias and the other healers left them. Astur gave the pendant to Owyn for safekeeping, and made them promise to stop and tell him if they found out who it belonged to. From there, it was only a day before the road started sloping up toward the Solstice village and their next stop.

They reached the Solstice village a week after they left the crossroads, and spent two days camped there, hearing the news from the Headwoman, Aeris’ great-aunt Sarita. On the third morning, they set out for the Temple. The last time Aeris had been on this road, it was during her own Progress, when they’d brought Dyna, Tiras and Gannet to meet the High Priest and see if he had any answers about what not finding Aeris’ Water might mean.

“Looking forward to seeing them?” Owyn asked, guiding Pepper up next to Aeris’ horse. They could see the Temple ahead of them, close enough that they could see people waving.

“Yes. I’ve missed them,” Aeris answered. “You, too?”

Owyn nodded. “When Aunt Rhexa told me she was coming up here, I thought she was insane. But… she’s happy. All her letters say she’s happy. I just… I miss her being only a couple of hours away on the cutter.” He straightened. “And there she is!” He urged his horse into a trot, heading toward the Temple and the woman standing in front of the door.

“Owyn!” Aeris heard the shock in her voice. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s a funny thing to say,” Gannet said, coming up on Aeris’ other side. “They sent for us.”

“Something isn’t right,” Aeris said, and goaded Lace into a canter. Gannet and Tiras followed, and they reached the Temple just as Steward came outside. He was alone, and Aeris felt cold.

“Rhexa, what is it?” he said. Then he stopped. “Owyn? What…” He stopped, looking around, squinting hard.

“They’re here,” Rhexa said. “They’re all here. Steward, the children are here!”

“No,” Steward breathed. “No! Aria! What are you doing here? And you brought Aeris? Why?”

“You sent for us,” Aria answered as she reached them. “Did you think we wouldn’t come?”

Steward looked blank. “I… I didn’t send for you! I sent for guards! We needed help. I told Iantir to tell you not to come, and to guard Aeris and her Companions like your lives depended on it!” He squinted again. “Where is he? Where’s Iantir?”

“Oh…oh, no.” Owyn reached into his pouch. When he took his hand out, Aeris could see the chain dangling from his fingers. “That’s why Astur knew this,” he murmured. He went to Steward and opened his hand. “We found this on the way here,” he said softly. “In… we couldn’t identify the body. I’m sorry.”

“Body?” Steward took the pendant and brought it close. His breath caught. “No,” he whispered. “He… no.” He closed his hand around the pendant and took a deep, shuddering breath as Rhexa took his arm. “Mother hold him,” he whispered. “He was ready to take his vows as a priest. He was going to follow me… where are the guards?” he asked, his voice shaking. “You… you didn’t bring guards, did you?”

“Karse, and a squad of his men,” Aria answered. “Steward—”

“Frayim is missing,” Steward’s voice caught, and it took a moment before he could continue. “Fray… he took some of the novices and went out to visit some of the local villages. He does it… every sixth day, or thereabouts. This time, he never came back, and when we went looking for him, we found the villages burned to the ground. I sent Iantir to the Palace. We need guards to help us search, and he was supposed to warn you.”

“The messenger that came to us was a stranger, and he said that Frayim had a vision and wanted to see Aeris,” Aven said.

Steward shook his head. “A lie. A trick.” He sighed. “Half truths. Frayim did have a vision, but it was a warning. That’s what Iantir was supposed to tell you.” He looked around, and stopped when he saw Aeris. “I still say your father indulges you far too much.”

Aeris laughed and went to hug him. “I’m fine, Uncle.”

He nodded, his cheek brushing against her hair. “And I worry. But you’re here now. And we’ll do the best we can.”

“We can send Aeris and her Companions back to the Palace—” Aria said, stopping when Steward shook his head.

“Don’t make rash decisions, Aria,” he said. “Stop and think. Right now, we can keep her safe. The Temple is defensible.”

“And if we need to, I can take her to my flock,” Gannet added.

Steward nodded, keeping his arm around Aeris’ shoulders as he turned. “On the road, Aeris would be a target. A lightly guarded one, if that. Here in the Temple, or up with the flock? She’s safe.” He smiled down at Aeris, hugging her to his side. “I’m sorry to see you here,” he added. “But it’s good to see you. I’ve missed all of you. Come into the Temple, and we’ll talk.”

Chapter Eight

Setting the camp up took priority over talking, and by the time the tents were set and guards posted, it was too late to talk — Steward was asleep.

“Is he not well?” Aria asked Rhexa when she came to tell them. “We have enough healers to see to everyone in the Temple, and more setting up a healing center at the crossroads…”

“He’s fine,” Rhexa said. “He’s perfectly healthy. He’s just… well, he’s not getting any younger. And he’s worried. About Frayim. About Aeris. About what is happening out in the mountains. It takes a toll on him, and there are days when he’s asleep practically as soon as the sun sets. Then he doesn’t sleep well, because he’s worried and…” She sighed. “And I should go back. If he wakes up and I’m not there, he’ll rouse the entire Temple looking for me.”

“I’ll walk back with you,” Owyn said, getting up and dusting off his trousers. “We can talk. I want to know more about what Frayim saw.”

“I don’t know the details, I’m afraid.” Rhexa took Owyn’s arm. “And I’m not sure that Steward does either. At least, he didn’t tell me.”

“We’ll find out in the morning,” Owyn said. “Come on. I missed you.” They headed off to the Temple, and Aria sat down. Aeris knew what her mother was going to say before she said it.

“Aeris and her Companions must go back. It’s not safe here.”

“And the road won’t be any safer,” Aven said. “We can’t protect her if we’re not there. She’s safer with us.”

“And she doesn’t appreciate you discussing her as if she wasn’t sitting right in front of you,” Aeris added. Both of her parents looked shocked. “Did you forget I was here?”

“The High Priest said that we needed to talk to him, and we can’t do that tonight,” Gannet added. “Nothing is getting decided tonight.”

“They both have valid points,” Treesi said gently. “Aria, you can’t make a decision in the heat of the moment. You… you don’t make the best decisions when you do that.”

Aria scowled at her Earth, then sighed. “You’re right. You’re right, and I thought I’d grown out of that.” She took a deep breath. “Aeris, I apologize. I just…” She wrapped her arms around herself and drew her wings in. “I already almost lost you once. I don’t want to face that ever again.”

Aeris got up and went to kneel in front of her mother. “Mama, you and Fa and all my other parents have taught me the best you know how to take care of myself.”

“That doesn’t change anything, my dove,” Aria said, taking Aeris’ hands. “But you all are right. I can’t make this decision in haste, and I can’t make it alone. We will talk with Steward in the morning, and we’ll decide on the best course of action. And in the meantime, we should eat.”

***

The following morning, everyone assembled in the High Priest’s apartments in the Temple.

“There aren’t enough seats, I’m afraid,” Steward said.

“We’ll be fine,” Aven replied. Aeris and her Companions all sat on the floor in the middle of the room, and the adults ranged around them, finding seats on chairs and tables.

“What do you know about Frayim’s vision?” Owyn asked.

“He didn’t go into specifics,” Steward answered. “I think he was more startled than any of us that he’d had a vision after all this time. He told me it was a warning, that there was a darkness in the mountains, and that it was coming for Aeris.”

“A darkness?” Aeris blurted. “Like… like a shadow?” She turned and looked at her mother. “Like what we were feeling, all the way here.”

“You had the same vision? And you came anyway?” Rhexa asked.

“Not the same, and not until we were three days on the road,” Aeris answered. “It wasn’t a real vision. It was… a sense of something.” She shrugged. “I get that, sometimes. I’m not a Smoke Dancer. Not like Mama, or Tiras.”

“I didn’t have more than a sense, either,” Tiras added. “But I was addled most of the trip.”

“Flower sick,” Aven answered Steward’s questioning gaze.

“Which makes Tiras have all kinds of waking visions,” Owyn added. He frowned. “I could dance. See what I can see. But that might not be the best idea. It might change things, make them worse.”

“Wait,” Karse said. “How would looking for visions make things worse? We’d have a better idea of what to do. You might see what Frayim saw.”

“It doesn’t really matter what Frayim saw,” Tiras said. “We’re in it. If we try to change what we’re doing…” They shrugged. “Bad things.”

“Is that hyperbole, or a vision?” Steward asked. “Bad things?”

Tiras shrugged again. “Hard to say. But changing what we’re doing may put us closer to the shadow, and sooner than we should be.” They frowned. “The only way is through the shadows.”

Steward’s brows rose. “I see what you mean about waking visions. All right. We can move Aeris and her Companions into the Temple for the duration. It’s the most defensible.” He smiled at them. “And we’ll be glad of the company.”

“Thank you, Uncle Steward,” Aeris said. “While we’re here, we need to talk stories with you.”

“Stories?” Steward looked over to where Del was sitting with Yana on his lap. “You should be talking to Del about stories. He’s the expert.”

“We have been, and he’s not sure,” Gannet said. “There are stories that we tell in the flocks as lore, but that in the lowlands are just… stories. The High Meadows cycle.”

Steward frowned, nodding slowly. “I remember when we first heard of those. I know that the Wanderers think of them as lore. But so much of what they believe is different from what we follow. Are their stories part of our lore?”

“The Air tribe thinks they are. Which means that the Wingless think so, which may be where the Wanderers got it.” Gannet spread his hands wide. “But no one in the lowlands teaches them as lore. Which may be a mistake. I mean… Air held on to the lore because we’re slow to change. We’re like our mountains like that. Other tribes are more… flexible. So if we can understand why the Wanderers held on to that lore when no one else did, and what they’re trying to do, then maybe we can stop it? Or… or convince them they’re doing it the wrong way? Or something?” He dropped his hands in his lap.

Steward looked thoughtful. “We’ll talk to the Penitents and see what they can tell us. I’m sure that there will be some who’ll be willing to tell you their stories from before they turned to follow Aria.” He sighed. “Now, tell me what happened to Iantir.”

Aeris looked back to see her father looking at Owyn. Owyn shook his head, and Aven sighed. “Are you sure you want to know?” he asked.

Steward went pale. “I think I have the right to know,” he answered. Rhexa rested her hands on his shoulders.

“Aven, how bad was it?” she asked.

Aven grimaced. “Bad. It was… it was bad,” he said. “Owyn told you we couldn’t identify the body. They… whoever did this killed him, and his horse, and they put the entire campsite to the torch. The body was burned beyond recognition. We buried him properly.”

“Mother hold him,” Rhexa murmured. She leaned down and hugged Steward. “Don’t you start,” she warned. “It was not your fault.”

“I sent him,” Steward said, his voice shaking. “I let him go alone. I knew there was a threat out there…”

“You didn’t let him go alone. He insisted,” Rhexa interrupted. “You argued over it, and he insisted because he’d be able to travel faster.”

“Given what we saw?” Karse offered. “It wouldn’t have made a difference if he’d been with others. Whoever did this knew what they were about, and had the numbers to do it fast and hard. They took Frayim and did for those villages, knowing you’d send word to the Palace. Then they did for Iantir, and sent their own man in to lure us out.” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “They know what they’re doing. That tells me there’s more going on out here than we’ve been told.”

“What have you been told?” Rhexa asked.

“The reports we’ve had from the Solstice village and the Air flocks have told us that there’s fighting, but not who or why,” Aven answered. “Now… this has to be connected. The fake priest, the attack on the road, it’s all too convenient to be isolated incidents. There’s something else going on here. So what do you know?”

Steward took a deep breath. “Not much. I have some contacts among the Penitent communities in the mountains, but they told me that they didn’t want to involve the Temple or the Palace in their troubles.” He smiled slightly. “They said it was nothing to bother the Blesséd Mother with. I accepted that. It may have been a mistake.” He shrugged. “What I was told was that the Wanderers appeared to be coming together, and the Penitents have forces working against them.”

“Wait.” Aria held up one hand. “Wait a moment. Did you… are you saying that there’s a war going on in the mountains? And you knew about it?”

Steward looked startled. “I… a war?” He looked up at Rhexa. “I hadn’t… I didn’t think of it in those terms. Over the years, I’ve learned that there are all sorts of little scuffles and feuds out here. I didn’t think this was anything more than that.”

“And they didn’t want you involved,” Karse said. “They tried to protect you.”

Aven nodded. “Right. We need to meet with your allies, see what they know. Get search parties out. I wish Ama was here. This is her strength.” He stood up and started pacing, his limp more noticeable than usual. “We can send riders down to the healing center at the crossroads, have them send messengers back to the Palace for more men. They have the men to spare, and we don’t. They’ll also be able to bring in more supplies. We were only planning for a month.” He stopped and looked at Aeris, then shook her head. “And you are safer here. And perhaps you’ll be able to find something in the stories that can help us.”

Owyn shifted in his seat and looked at Del. “Del wants to know if you’ve found anything yet?”

Aeris shook her head. “Nothing that doesn’t line up with other stories we already know from the High Meadows cycle. Everyone so far is telling variations on the same stories.”

“So what’s fueling this, then?” Karse asked. “What’s made whoever is out there stand up and get people to follow them?”

“I’ll send word to the Penitent communities,” Steward said. “We’ll see what we can find.”

Aven nodded. “And we’ll see what we can find here in the meantime.”

***

That afternoon, Aven and Othi led a group of guards and Penitent priests out to search, while Copper took two guards back to the Solstice village, carrying urgent messages that would be sent on to the new healing center and on to the Palace. Aeris and her Companions moved into the Temple, trying to arrange themselves in a room that would be small for a single person but now had to hold four.

“Normally, we’d have visitors stay in the guest house,” Rhexa said as she helped them settle in. “But this is more secure.”

“We’ll be fine, Aunt Rhexa,” Dyna said. “It’s just to sleep.”

Rhexa smiled. “Now, Steward went and talked to some of the newer novices. They’ll be waiting to tell you their stories whenever you’re ready. I’ll leave you to get settled.” She left, closing the door behind her. Aeris looked around and sat down on the narrow bed.

Dyna sat down next to her and took her hand. “This—”

“If you’re going to say it won’t be so bad, don’t,” Gannet said, keeping his voice down. “How are we all going to sleep in here? There’s barely room in here for four people without wings.”

“We’ll manage,” Aeris said. “We don’t have a choice.” She sighed. “I don’t want to go up to the flocks. It would mean leaving two of you behind, and in possible danger.”

“So we’ll have all four of us in possible danger,” Tiras said, dropping to sit on the floor at Aeris’ feet. They rested their head on her knee, taking a deep breath. “The shadows are getting darker. Have you noticed?”

Aeris stroked Tiras’ hair. “I haven’t. I’ve been too busy to see.”

Tiras nodded. “They’re darker. Closer. It’s coming. And the only way out is through.”

“Like sailing into a storm,” Aeris said. “We’ll do what we have to. Together.”

Tiras shook their head. “No, this is yours to do, Aeri. The path to becoming is yours.”

“Becoming? Becoming what?” Gannet asked.

Tiras sat up. “I… I don’t know,” they said. “It blew away.” They frowned. “I want to go find Owyn. I’m having more waking visions, and I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

“We’ll all go,” Dyna said. “We should stay together.”

“And then we’ll go listen to variations of the same stories, and see if we hear anything different.” Gannet pushed off of the wall and opened the door. “Let’s go.”

Owyn wasn’t available, so they sat down with the priests and Penitents first. To Aeris’ surprise, when they met with the Penitents, one of the older novices offered a fragment of a new story — one involving Axia and a cloud.

“I don’t mind it much anymore,” the novice said, his thick mountain brogue making him hard to understand. “Tain’t one that’s told much, and I never heard no one tell it among this lot. I hain’t heard it since I was a wean.”

“A what?” Tiras asked, their pen hovering over the paper.

“A wean,” Dyna answered. “It’s hill dialect. It’s a combination word — wee and one. Wean. Fa Elaias uses it, sometimes.”

“Elaias?” the novice said. “Now that’s a name I hain’t heard in an age. Healer lad, no?”

“Yes,” Dyna answered, looking surprised. “He’s my mother’s husband.”

The novice smiled. “He was a good sort. I mind him well. I’ll see if I can call the rest of the tale to mind.” He got up and wandered away, and Tiras looked down at the page.

“That’s interesting,” they said. “A cloud. That’s new.”

“And clouds cast shadows, don’t they?” Gannet murmured. Tiras looked up, their eyes wide.

“And sometimes clouds are shadows!” they blurted, scrambling to their feet. “Yes! This is the story we need! Let’s go find Del!”

They found Del and Owyn in the Temple library, going through records. Owyn smiled as they came in, setting aside the book he was holding.

“You all look like you’ve found something,” he said. “What is it?”

“We think we might have found the story,” Tiras answered. “One of the priests mentioned a story about Axia and a cloud. He didn’t remember much of it, though. But… a cloud.”

“Like what you and Aeris were feeling on the way here,” Owyn said slowly. “Del, have we found anything about clouds?”

“No,” Del said. He looked down at the book he was reading, then at the shelves and shook his head. “No’ yet.”

“He said that he hadn’t heard it anywhere around here,” Gannet added. “No one here tells it. And he hasn’t heard it since he was… what was that word?”

“Since he was a wean,” Dyna said. “And if he’s saying it that way, he’s from far up in the mountains, where Granna Gisa is from. Because she’s the one Fa Elaias gets that accent from.”

Owyn nodded. “Meaning… he’s from Wanderer folk. Dyna, you never heard that story from Elaias or your grandmother, did you?”

“No,” Dyna answered. “And Fa didn’t volunteer it when we were collecting stories, but he knew the rest of the High Meadows stories, so I don’t think he knows it.”

“Right. Well, now we know it’s out there. We’ll keep asking. Del and I are going back to the Solstice village tomorrow to send word up to the flocks for more guards.” He grimaced. “Plain forgot to send that message with Copper, and Karse is kicking himself. So I said we’d go. Gannet, you want to come? You can send a message to your flock, maybe see if there’s anything you weren’t taught?”

Gannet glanced at Aeris, and she smiled. “You can go, Gan. It might be helpful. You can share that fragment, and see if they can ask in the flocks.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” Gannet protested. “Not when we’re not sure what’s happening or what’s out there. It isn’t safe. I should stay.”

“And you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself when you really want to go,” Aeris pointed out. “Gan, I’ll have Tiras and Dyna with me, and all the guards. If necessary, I’ll stay in the Temple. I’ll be fine.”

“Owyn, I need to talk to you,” Tiras said. “The waking visions, they’re getting more frequent. I keep… I never know when I’m going to fall into one.”

Owyn frowned. “And when did you have the last one?”

“An hour or two ago, I think,” Tiras answered. “In the middle of a sentence. All of a sudden, I was talking about shadows getting darker, and the only way out is through. And it was before we heard the bit of story about Axia and the cloud.” They frowned and looked at Aeris. “Did I say anything else? It’s all foggy now.”

“That it was mine to do. Tiras said that becoming was mine to do.”

Owyn nodded. “Sounds like a vision. Clear as mud.” He sighed. “I understand how Mem and Granna Meris felt now. You and me, we’re not like other Smoke Dancers, and what I was taught doesn’t always apply to you. This…wait… are you hearing anyone yet? And how’s your appetite?”

“I’m not having heart visions yet,” Tiras answered. “And I already eat like I’m never going to see food again.”

“Well, let me know the minute it happens, even if you have to wake me up.” Owyn glanced at Del. “Maybe we should take you with us too? We’ll be gone most of the day, and I really want to keep an eye on you.”

“If Tiras is going, then I really should stay,” Gannet said. “I’m not comfortable with both of us leaving Aeris and Dyna alone.”

Owyn nodded. “Right. Especially since Aven and Othi aren’t here. We’ll talk to Steward and Aria tonight, see if they think it’s a good idea.” He turned to Del. “Anything?”

“No,” Del answered. He closed the book and stood up, gesturing toward the door.

“Oh, we’re done?” Owyn laughed. “Fine, let’s go find them now.”

They found Aria, Steward and Alanar in the meadow, surrounded by a large group of people. Aeris could see familiar wagons and carts.

“Dyna, isn’t that your mother?” she asked. “Those… those are all the healers. What are they doing here?”

“What?” Owyn stopped, then started jogging toward the group. “Trista?”

At the sound of her name, Trista turned. She waved, then hugged Owyn as he reached them. Aeris and the others caught up with him just in time to catch the end of what Elaias was saying.

“—the village asked us to leave.” He ran one hand through his hair. “And to be fair, I don’t blame them. Having us there puts them at risk. So I figured we’d follow you and decide where to go from here.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if you stayed,” Steward said. “There’s more than enough room to support a healing center here.”

“They sent you away?” Dyna asked. Elaias turned and smiled.

“I didn’t see you there, lammie,” he said. “And… yes. The village headman had a visit from some of the hill folk, who weren’t happy that any of Elan’s kin were back in the hills.” He grimaced. “So… rather than put the people in the village at risk, we left.”

“Won’t they be unhappy that you’re here?” Gannet asked.

“If the Temple sanctions the healing center, they’ll let it be,” Steward said. “And we already send novices down to the crossroads on a regular basis. Having a healer ride with them won’t be an issue.”

“We’ll discuss how to make it work.” Elaias nodded. “Where should we set up?”

Steward turned and looked around. “Rhex?”

“I’m here,” Rhexa called. “And I heard the question. The far end of the meadow should be good. It’s close to the stream, and it’s fairly level.”

Elaias turned and raised his voice. “You heard them. Let’s get settled!”

People started moving, and Astur made his way through the group to them. Owyn grimaced.

“Astur, walk with me,” he said. “I… we have answers for you.”

“Answers?” Astur frowned slightly. “Oh. You know who it was.” He stopped and bit his lip. “I… it was Iantir, wasn’t it?” Owyn nodded and took the pendant out of his pouch. He handed it to Astur, who looked down at it, rubbing his thumb over the surface. “It’s been a long time since I saw this last, but… I remembered. I… I was hoping I’d see him again, once we got out here.” He sniffed once. “He asked me to go with him.”

“He did?” Elaias asked.

“Yeah. The last night before we went west and the Penitents went north. He asked me to go north with him. He wanted to show me that he’d changed. That he wasn’t… that he wasn’t the same person who’d followed Mitok. I mean, he was the best of that lot, but he wanted to show me that he could be more.” He shrugged. “I thought about it. But I needed to be with Jin and the girls, and with Mam and Minna and Versi. He… he understood that.”

Steward made his way through the group to Astur’s side. “He was more,” he said gently. “And he talked about you. About how you gave him a chance, that you let him see that he could be more.”

Astur smiled slightly. “I just… I slept with him. I spent time with him. I… I talked to him. Listened when he talked to me.”

“And you fell in love with him, didn’t you?”

Astur jumped at the sound of Treesi’s voice. Aeris hadn’t noticed her approach. Apparently, neither had her brother. “I… you know us, Trees. We’re healers. We always fall in love with the ones who need us the most. I just…” He shrugged. “I wasn’t sure if I still was. I wanted to find out.” He looked down at his hand. “Steward—”

“It’s yours,” Steward said softly. “Come spend some time with me, and I’ll tell you about the man you helped make.”

Astur nodded. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

Chapter Nine

“My Heir?”

Aeris jerked in surprise, her wings flaring as she looked up from the book she was reading. She felt unusually jumpy, which she attributed to being alone for the first time in ages. Her Fire and Air had gone with Owyn and Del to the Solstice village, and her Earth was helping plan the new healing center with Alanar and Trista. So for the first time since her Progress, Aeris didn’t have one of them within earshot. It was strange, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Gannet had reminded her of her promise to stay in the Temple four times before he and Tiras had left for the Solstice village that morning, so she couldn’t even go help in the healing center. Rhexa was keeping her company in the library, which helped a little.

“Lancir?”

“Good afternoon,” Lancir said from the doorway. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I wouldn’t bother you, but there’s another group for you to talk to about stories. They came from the hills. Said that the High Priest sent for them. Captain says that I’m to go with you.”

“Thank you, Lancir,” Aeris said. She stood up and smoothed her long skirt. “I’m presentable, at least. Let me get the Diadem, and I’ll come meet them. Are they in the Temple?”

Lancir shook his head. “Out near the edge of the meadow. They didn’t want to come too close to the Temple, they said.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Some of the hill folk told Steward that they don’t want the Temple involved in whatever they’re doing out there,” Rhexa said, looking up from the notes that she was taking from another text. “That might be it. Give me a minute to clean up, and I’ll come with you.”

They walked out of the Temple and around the building, toward where Aeris could see a small group waiting just on the edge of the meadow. “Is it just me, or do they not look like the other Penitents?” she said softly. “They seem… rougher.”

“We can’t expect them all to look alike,” Rhexa said. “That would be like expecting all Air flocks to look alike, or every family in every house in neighboring villages.” She paused. “We should have more guards, though.”

“They’re waiting, though,” Lancir said. “Leaving them standing there would be rude. Wouldn’t it?”

Aeris grimaced. “It would be. And they won’t come closer?”

“No, they—”

“Aeris!”

Aeris turned at the sound of her name and saw Elaias and Astur following them. Elaias carried a heavy walking stick, and Astur had a whip coiled at his hip.

“You’re armed?” she asked. “Why?”

The brothers looked at each other and grinned. “Owyn,” Astur said. “And he threatened us with Othi. That’s reason enough.”

“And you were supposed to stay inside,” Elaias said as he came closer. “Dyna was pretty insistent. Where are you going?”

“We have visitors,” Lancir said. “Penitents who are here to share their stories. The Heir is supposed to collect them.”

“Right. Treesi mentioned that.” Elaias glanced at Astur, who nodded. “All right. Let’s go and talk with them. We’ll see if they need anything from the healers while they’re here, and they can carry word back to the others that there’ll be a healing center near the Temple when they leave.”

They started walking again, and Aeris realized that having her honorary uncles behind her was comforting. She relaxed slightly, dropping back to keep pace with them.

“I’m sorry that the healing center at the crossroads didn’t work,” she said.

Elaias shook his head. “We can’t go where we’re not wanted. And honestly, given how our father was? I don’t blame the hill people for being afraid that we might be cut from the same cloth. This is better for them. Better for all of us. They’ll see that the Temple lets us stay, and they’ll get to know us for ourselves. It’ll take time, but you have to go gently when someone’s been hurt before.”

Aeris nodded. “Granna Dyna taught me that.”

“Dyna is an excellent mind healer,” Elaias said. “You had a good teacher.”

“It will be good to have you here,” Rhexa said. “I’ve been missing having little ones around. It’s peaceful here, but sometimes… I just miss happy noise.” She smiled. “Welcome to the Mother’s Womb,” she called. “You’re here to share stories?”

One of the ragged men stood up and faced them, bowing slightly as they approached. When he spoke, his accent was thick enough that Aeris had trouble understanding him.

“Name’s Pelin. We’ve come to seek the Child.”

Aeris fought the urge to grimace. “I’m the Heir,” she said. “The High Priest asked you to come to share your stories with me. I appreciate you answering his call.”

“You’re the one,” the man said. He looked past her. “And you… you’re both healer boys, no? With that hair? You’re Gisa’s whelps.”

Astur stepped forward, but Elaias stopped him. “Our mother’s name is Gisa, yes,” he said slowly. “Did you know her?”

“Knew of her.” The man spat onto the ground, then nodded toward Rhexa. “And you’re who?”

Rhexa blinked. “I… I’m the High Priest’s partner. One of them.”

The man nodded slowly. “Ah. You can go, then. We’ve no quarrel with you.”

“Quarrel? What are you—?”

“Rhexa?” Elaias said, his voice low and serious. “Take Aeris back to the Temple. Now. Lancir, escort them back.” He stepped between Aeris and the man, holding his staff in both hands. “Go.”

Aeris stepped back, walking into Lancir. He grabbed her upper arms, pinning her wings to her back. For a moment, she thought she might have knocked into him, but he was steady, and his grip on her arms tight.

“Lancir, let go!” Aeris tugged against his hold, wincing as his fingers dug into her skin. “That hurts!” All at once, warmth started spreading up and down her arms. She recognized the feeling as her limbs went leaden. “You’re a healer?” she gasped, trying to keep her eyes open. She heard the sharp crack of a whip, and Lancir let her go, howling in pain. She crumpled, unable to get up.

“Aeris,” Rhexa sounded frightened as she tried to get Aeris to her feet. “I can’t lift you. You have to get up.”

Aeris shook her head, hearing the sound of fighting around her. It sounded like it was happening somewhere far away, distant whip cracks and shouting. She tried to tell Rhexa to go, to get help, but the words were lost in the darkness.

***

“Once Owyn comes back, it’ll be a day or two before any Air warriors start showing up,” Karse said. “Then we’ll have the extra manpower to send Aeris and her Companions back to the Palace.” He paused. “She’s going to hate this. You know that, don’t you?”

Aria nodded, resting her hands on the desk in Steward’s office. She and Karse sat on one side, with Steward facing them. “I know. And if she can give me a good reason to stay, then we’ll have extra men to go and search for Frayim.”

Steward nodded. “Thank you. Have you discussed this with her?”

Aria shook her head. “Not yet. That’s where I am going from here. However, we need the men, regardless of whether she goes back to the Palace or not.”

“True. But perhaps you should have talked to her first?” Steward said gently. “So as not to alienate her? She’s an adult —”

“And I am her mother,” Aria interrupted. “I’d rather have her angry and someplace safe than in a dangerous situation because she thinks that being a week past her naming day gives her the wisdom of age.”

“Now wait a moment,” Karse said, scowling. “You can’t be talking about the same Aeris we are. You can’t be. She’s possibly the most level-headed person in the entire Palace. I honestly don’t think that she could even imagine some of the fuckheaded things her parents got into, let alone do them.”

Steward chuckled. “Karse is right, I think. You’re not being fair to her. She doesn’t seem at all… foolhardy. Now that Air and Fire of hers?”

“Just remember that she chose them,” Aria said.

“The Mother chose them. And she chose Aven and Owyn for you,” Steward replied. “That says… what, exactly?”

Aria stared at him for a moment, then sighed and rubbed her forehead with her fingertips. “Fine. You’re right. Both of you. I’m reacting instead of thinking. Aven would —”

“Be reacting right alongside you,” Karse finished. “He’s not even a little bit rational where his first baby is concerned. And I don’t blame either of you. You both carry some pretty deep scars.” He stood up and held his hand out to Aria. “Do we know when he’ll be back?”

She took his hand and let him help her up. “I’m hoping today or tomorrow. And I hope that they’ll have Frayim with them.”

“From your mouth to the Mother’s ears,” Steward said solemnly as he stood up. “Now, Aeris and Rhexa are in the library. Shall we go find them?”

The library was empty, and a chill ran down Aria’s back. “She said she was staying inside,” she said. “She promised Gannet. I heard her.”

“Maybe she went out to the healers?” Karse suggested. “If she’s with Elaias and Astur, they’ll take care of her.”

“And Rhexa is probably with her as well. She told me that she was going to stay close to Aeris today.” Steward gestured toward the door on the far wall. “Let’s go and see.”

To Aria’s surprise, there was crowd outside the Temple, walking toward the building. At the front of the group, limping heavily, was Aven. He looked tired.

“Aven!” she called. He smiled when he saw her, and waited for her to come to him. She shared breath with him, then kissed him and stepped into his embrace.

“Anything?” Steward asked.

Aven sighed. “No,” he admitted, shifting to stand at Aria’s side, his arm around her shoulders. “We found signs of passage, but nothing we could follow. We came back because we were running out of supplies. When we go back out, I want to take Del. He’s the best tracker we have, and we should have had him with us from the start.” He looked up at Othi joined them, then frowned. “What’s that over there? Where did the tents come from?”

“We have things to tell you,” Aria said. “We were going there anyway, so we’ll explain on the way.”

Othi nodded, then turned as they all heard a distant crack and a scream. “What was that? Sounded like a whip.”

“Beyond the Temple,” Aven said, pointing. “It came from that way.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Othi, take your men around the left. I’ll go right. Karse, get your men. Aria? Up high.”

Aria nodded, taking to the air and watching as Aven and Othi led their men around the Temple. She circled, then flew over the Temple. On the edge of the meadow, near the tree-line, she could see what looked like a fight, and as she watched, a figure with bright red hair fell to the ground, a whip falling from his hand.

Then she noticed the small, winged figure on the ground, and the older woman trying to protect her.

“Aeris!” Aria screamed her daughter’s name as she dove toward them. She armed her wrist crossbow as she flew, fitting a dart to the string. As she stooped to strike, she fired, and a man yelped and fell back. Behind him, another man raised a bow, tracking her flight… then changed and fired at the enraged Water warrior running unevenly toward them. The arrow missed, and Aven and his men hit the attackers, cutting them down. Othi reached them at the same moment, roaring in fury. In the tumult, Aria lost track of Astur, but saw Elaias with two halves of his walking stick in his hands, trying to fight his way out of a circle of ragged men. She saw a man shove Rhexa to the side and grab Aeris, scooping her up and running for the woods.

“No!” Aria heard Aven echoing her, saw him trying to follow. Saw the archer raise his bow again.

Saw Aven fall.

More men came around the Temple, all wearing Palace livery. At the sight, the ragged attackers abandoned their dead and fled, taking Aeris and the healers with them.

***

Alanar came out of the tiny Temple room and folded his hands in front of him. “He’ll live,” he said. “He’ll be weak for a time, but he’ll live. Dyna is monitoring him.” He sighed. “It was a near thing,” he added. “The arrow was entirely too close to his heart.”

Aria swallowed. “Thank you, Alanar,” she said. “Please, keep me informed. I need to speak to Karse now.” Her relief at the news was fleeting. Now that she knew her Water would live, she could focus on the attack.

“Aria, what happened out there?” Alanar asked. “They took Elaias and Astur. Why?”

“I don’t know,” Aria answered. “My question is what was Aeris doing out there?”

“I have an answer.” Aria turned to see Steward coming toward them. “How’s Aven?”

“He’ll be fine,” Alanar said. Steward sighed, his shoulders visibly lowering.

“Thank the Mother,” he murmured. “Now, Rhexa said that one of the Palace guards came in. He said that Karse sent him to escort Aeris to discuss stories with a new group of Penitents. But Karse was with us all morning.”

Aria closed her eyes, trying to pull her frayed nerves together into something that would be able to control her temper. “We were betrayed. Again. By one of Karse’s men. Again.”

“What?” Karse appeared in the corridor. “I heard that. First, tell me how Aven is. Then… tell me how I fucked up this time.”

“Aven will be fine,” Aria answered. “Rhexa says that one of your men came and collected her and Aeris to speak to Penitents about stories. And that guard claimed you sent them.”

“Which you didn’t, because you were with us,” Steward added. “Rhexa said he was young—”

Karse went white. “Lancir. Fuck me, it had to have been Lancir.”

“Aren’t we jumping to conclusions?” Alanar asked. “He might have been taken, the way Elaias and Astur were.”

“He lied to get Aeris out there,” Aria answered. “If Elaias and Astur hadn’t gone with her, we probably wouldn’t have missed her for hours—”

“There’s one more thing,” Steward added. “Rhexa said that he put Aeris to sleep so she couldn’t fly off. He’s a healer.”

Alanar blinked. Then he knocked on the door. “Dyna, come to the door,” he called.

The door opened. “I could hear you,” Dyna said. “I knew he had healing potential. He asked me not to say anything because he was afraid that you’d make him stay behind with the healers for training. He told me he’d talk to you or to the Senior Healer when we got home. I didn’t know he had any training.” She stepped closer to Alanar, who put his arm around her. “He used me, didn’t he?” she asked. “He courted me so that we’d trust him, so he could get close to Aeris. So she’d believe him when he told her to go with him. Now… now they have Aeris, and Fa Elaias, and Uncle Astur, and… it’s my fault, isn’t it? I… I should have seen through him.”

“It’s not your fault,” Alanar said. “You had no reason to think he was anything more than what he said he was.”

“If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine,” Karse said. He turned to Aria, then knelt with a wooden lack of grace, going to one knee in front of her. “I’ll get her back,” he said. “I swear that on everything I am. I’ll bring her safely home. And once I do, you can have my resignation, if that’s your will.” He paused. “Or my head. If that’s your will.”

“Karse, get up and stop being dramatic. We don’t have time for it,” Aria snapped. “Your head? Really?”

Karse got up. “I’ve failed you. Twice. Twice in exactly the same way.”

“I don’t think it’s the same as Wren,” Alanar said. “You didn’t just take him at face value. You took precautions this time. Or am I remembering wrong? I thought you looked into Lancir’s history?”

“I did. I did and this still got past me. We went as far back as we could,” Karse answered, tucking his hands behind his back. “His service in Terraces was exemplary, and he came to the Palace with recommendations from Captain Leesam. He told Lee that he was on his own for a few years, and where he was before that. When he came to the Palace, I sent people to check that out. Found the place, but the people were long gone. And the village he said he came from was one of the ones Mitok’s folk burned out back when we were on Progress. We passed it.”

“Then it sounds like you did everything you could,” Steward said. “I think we’d be better off not trying to find fault, not when it appears that someone went to a lot of effort to set this plan in motion. Now, you sent men out after them?”

Karse nodded. “Othi went out. Copper's back, too. They took every man we could spare, and a round dozen Penitents who know the area. I could wish Del was here, but I might as well wish for all the trees to fall down so we could get a clear view.” He clasped his hands behind him. “I’m getting old, Aria. I’m slipping. I should have caught this. Not… Meri liked him. Copper liked him.”

“We all liked him,” Alanar said. “He was a very attractive trap.” He sighed and hugged Dyna to his side. “Go back to Aven, love. He’s fighting the trance.”

“Yes, Fa,” Dyna murmured. She disappeared back into the room and closed the door. Aria closed her eyes and tried to think.

“How old is Lancir?”

Aria opened her eyes. “Rhexa? Are you all right?”

Rhexa waved one hand. “I’m fine. Just… not as young as I used to be, and I don’t bounce anymore. Now, how old is Lancir?” she repeated. “I… I have a theory. But I’m not sure if it’s possible, and… well, one of them, one of the ones who took Aeris and the healers… they called Aeris the Child. And… well, how old is he?”

“Lancir is twenty-five,” Karse answered. “Near enough, anyway. Why?”

Rhexa looked thoughtful as she counted on her fingers. “Math was never my strongest talent,” she murmured. “Sixty-eight minus twenty-five is… forty-three?”

“Yes,” Alanar answered. “Wait… Rhexa, are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

“And I think I’m wrong,” Rhexa sighed. “There’s no way he can be Risha’s son. That was right about the time that the main healing center fell, and we all moved to Terraces.”

“You would have noticed a pregnancy,” Steward said. “Or I would have. We both saw her often enough.”

“But you think he’s connected to the Wanderers?” Aria nodded. “It makes sense. And now… I don’t remember. Do any of the Penitents have any idea what they want the Child for?”

Steward frowned. “They say that the Child is going to change the world. How is… open to interpretation. I’ll… who’s shouting?”

Aria turned, hearing her name. “That’s Owyn!”

A moment later, Owyn appeared in the door from the Temple. “What the fuck is happening?” he demanded. “Tiras about lost their mind in the Solstice village, and we had to drug them to get them back here! Gannet’s about to molt, he’s that worried!”

“Keeping it short?” Karse answered. “I fucked up again, Lancir betrayed us, the Wanderers have Aeris, Elaias and Astur, and Aven damn near died.”

Owyn stared at him for a moment, his jaw hanging open. “Well… fuck me.” he breathed. “Aven’s going to be all right?”

“He’ll be fine if we can keep him in bed for a day or two,” Alanar answered. “Ah… go look in on Trista. Treesi is with her, but I think she’ll need you.”

Owyn swallowed. He nodded, then went to stand in front of Aria. He looked into her eyes and opened his arms. “She don’t need me as much as you do right now. Come here.”

Aria stepped into his embrace, letting his strength sooth her, feeling the walls starting to crumble.

“We’ll find her, Aria,” he murmured as she cried into his shoulder. “No matter what it takes. We’ll find her.”

Chapter Ten

Aven paced the length of the Temple, silently cursing. The search party had come back after two days with no word, and had gone back out this morning with more men, more supplies, and Owyn’s solemn promise that they’d find her. Alanar had refused to let Aven ride out with them, and had threatened to knock him out and tie him to a bed if he so much as thought about going.

“You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Aven stopped. “So?” he asked as he turned. “Uncle, I should be out there!”

Steward nodded, coming over to join him. “Come in and sit,” he said. “I know it’s hard. Trust me. I know.”

Aven nodded. “We’re going through the same thing for different reasons.”

“We’re going through the same thing for the same reasons,” Steward corrected. “Don’t think I’m not worried about Aeris, and I know you’re worried about Frayim. But you and I… we’re not up to being out there. For you, at least, it’s temporary.” He sighed and shook his head. “Come and sit with me. We’ll try to plan. I’ve been making lists… well, I’ve been dictating lists. Penitent contacts, people who we can send messengers out to who might be able to help.”

Aven followed him into the High Priest’s apartment, where Rhexa was sitting at a table. To Aven’s surprise, Tiras was sitting with her.

“How are you feeling?” Tiras asked. “I…I wanted to help. And I’m not really good at doing much in the healing center, and I couldn’t ride out with Gannet and the others—”

“I’m feeling better. And I understand how it feels to want to ride out and not be able to,” Aven said, sitting down. Rhexa filled a cup of tea and put it in front of him, then pushed a bowl closer.

“Salt in that one,” she said. “There’s honey in that crock.”

Aven nodded his thanks and poured some salt into his tea. As he sipped, he studied Tiras.

“You’re not sleeping, are you?”

Tiras shook their head. “Not really. I… I keep thinking that I should have seen something. I should have known. I should have known that we needed to be here, and not in the Solstice Village. All these visions from being flower sick, and not a single one warned us not to go! I’m starting to think I haven’t seen anything useful at all.”

“Owyn would be the first person to tell you that with some visions, you sometimes don’t know what’s useful until after it’s over,” Rhexa said. “Sometimes, visions don’t make sense until you know what they really mean.”

“Have you heard anything else about the shadow story?” Steward asked.

“Nothing yet,” Tiras answered. “No one else knows it.”

Rhexa sipped her tea and sighed. “So, who else should be on that list, Steward?”

Steward sat down with his own cup of tea and closed his eyes. “Let me think. We’ve got Vilar. Jenis. Oh… did I say Araglar?”

“No,” Rhexa said, writing down the name. “It’s been quite a while since we last saw him. Before the first snow?”

“That’s about right,” Steward said. “He’s overdue. I think this visit he’s going to send his son to Terraces to train to be a healer. He said he might.”

Rhexa smiled. “He’s a good boy,” She looked at Aven. “You’d like him. Very quiet. He has the most beautiful eyes. I’ve never seen eyes like his.”

Aven sat up and looked across the table at Tiras. “Two different colors?” he asked slowly.

“Yes! How did you know?” Rhexa asked.

“Tiras, go get Owyn’s book,” Aven said. “I think you and Owyn had the answer all along.”

***

Aeris wasn’t sure how long it had been, or even where she was. In a wagon of some kind, possibly one like Fa Owyn’s house on wheels. She couldn’t tell more — her captors seemed to think that her wings meant that she would react like a falcon, and had blindfolded her before she’d regained consciousness. She could hear muffled voices outside when they came close — Lancir giving orders, other people shouting and fussing. The voices all seemed to be men, all with the same thick hill accent that made it difficult to understand them. There were at least eight of them, she thought, although it was hard to tell. No matter, there were still too many. Help was coming. She was sure of it. Fa Del was the best tracker in the world, and her parents wouldn’t stop until they found her. They’d done it before. She just had to stay alive until they came for her. So she stayed quiet, refusing to speak when anyone spoke to her and refusing to eat what they offered. And she listened. There wasn’t much else she could do — they’d wrapped her wings and chained them to immobilize them, then bound her wrists behind her back. The ropes weren’t tight enough to cut off circulation, but there wasn’t enough slack for her to try and slip them.

They’d stopped, apparently for the night. She could smell fire, and something cooking. Hear men coming and going. And now… footsteps, coming closer, and the squeak that heralded the door opening. Aeris stayed still, turning her face away. She heard the clink of chain.

“Aeri?”

Aeris jumped at the familiar voice. “Astur?”

She heard him chuckle. “Surprise,” he said. “They took Eli and me, too. And… well, you’re worrying them. So, I got sent to make sure you’re not pining like a caged songbird.”

Aeris snorted, making Astur laugh again. “I’m not pining. I’m just not cooperating.”

“That’s the other thing,” Astur said slowly. “They want you to cooperate.” He paused. “They’re going to make you cooperate.” He paused again. “I’m not saying it. You want her to know, you tell her.”

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth.”

Aeris sat up straighter. She recognized the accented voice. “I don’t care what you have to say, Pelin.”

“You should, Child,” he replied. “You see, you’re the only one I have to bring back. These two? They’re extra. And if I leave them in pieces along the way? No one will care. It’s up to you. Either you start behaving and doing as you’re told, or I start removing fingers. Do you understand?”

“I won’t—” Aeris’ protest was cut short by Astur’s yelp of pain. She breathed in, and could smell blood.

“I said, do you understand?” Pelin repeated.

“I… yes.” Aeris swallowed. “Astur?”

Astur didn’t answer immediately, and when he did finally say something, she could tell he was lying. “I’m fine,” he gasped. “I… I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Aeris whispered.

“I’m fine,” Astur insisted. “It’s… it’s not bad.”

“It’ll be worse,” Pelin crooned. “And I’ll enjoy it. So behave, Child. Someone will bring you food soon.”

The wagon bounced and jostled, then shook as the door was slammed closed. Aeris closed her eyes behind the blindfold, drawing her knees up to her chest. Her heart was hammering in her ears, and she wanted to cry until she was sick. Her parents were coming. She knew that. But they needed to hurry.

Outside, she heard a shout. More shouting. The unmistakable sound of metal clashing on metal. She raised her head, frightened and hopeful all at once. “Fa?”

More shouting. More sounds of fighting, coming closer. She heard Lancir, shouting to move the prisoners. Pelin shouting orders that countered Lancir’s. The sound of something thumping against the side of the wagon. The creak of the door.

“Here!” She didn’t know the voice, but the wagon shook as someone clambered in. “Got you,” a man said as he tugged at the blindfold. The cloth fell away, and Aeris found herself looking up at the scarred face of a man she’d seen only in drawings and dreams. A man for whom she’d been looking for two years. Her parents had been right — the man Tiras and Owyn had seen in their visions was her Water. Mismatched eyes met hers, and he smiled. “Come.”

“Kas, come on!” someone shouted. The man nodded and drew a knife, turning Aeris and cutting the rope binding her wrists. He backed away, out of the wagon, and held his hand out to her. Outside, it was nearly dark, and she could see a fire burning across the campsite, with dark figures darting around the gloaming like bats.

“Come!” Aeris followed him, taking his hand and jumping to the ground. He nodded and pointed toward the woods. “There. Now.”

“My uncles,” she protested, tugging against his hand. “They have my uncles.”

“Who am I looking for, my Heir? And how many?” someone asked from behind her. She recognized his voice as the one who’d shouted. His face was obscured by shadow, but his hair was bright gold.

“Two,” Aeris answered. “Both of them with red hair—”

“I’ve seen them,” he interrupted. “Go with Kaspin, he’ll keep you safe and get you to a safe place. I’ll bring them.” He looked past her. “Kas, get her out now.”

Kaspin tugged on her hand again. “Come!”

This time, Aeris followed him, hiking up her skirts and running toward the trees. She heard Lancir shouting, ordering people to follow them, to stop them. Someone charged toward them; Kaspin snapped his free arm to the side, and Aeris saw the shimmer of firelight on a blade before the attacker fell. They kept running into the trees, and the sound of fighting behind them gradually faded away. Aeris followed Kaspin without hesitation — he knew where he was going, and if she fussed or tried to slow down, they’d be caught. This way was safety. And maybe answers.

It was nearly dark when Kaspin stopped. He let Aeris’ hand go and bent, resting his hands on his knees as he panted, clearly trying to catch his breath. Aeris dropped to her knees, feeling the sweat running down her back.

“Rest,” he said softly. “Then go.” He took something from his belt — a bottle. He unstopped it, held it up so that she could see, then took a sip before handing it to her. She smiled and took it, and was surprised when she tasted salt water.

“Good?” he asked, then tugged the scarf around his throat down. It was too dark to see them, but Aeris knew he was showing her his throat. His gills. “Water?”

“You’re Water,” she whispered. “I am, too. Partly.”

“All tribes,” he said, and there was something odd about the way he spoke. The way he hesitated before each word, and the over-enunciation. It reminded her of the way Del spoke, when he spoke. “You. All tribes.”

She nodded. “Yes. Do… do you not talk?”

He grimaced. “Not good,” he admitted. Then he held one hand up, clearly listening. He shook his head. “Not safe. Not here. Come.”

Aeris got to her feet, and rolled her shoulders. “Can you free my wings?” she asked.

“Rags can.” Kaspin held his hand out again. “Heir?”

“Aeris.” She took his hand. “I’m Aeris.”

He squeezed her hand. “Aeris. Come.” They started out again, walking through the darkness. Kaspin seemed to know the woods well enough to walk them blindfolded, and had a clear destination in mind, leading them silently along until the trees started to thin, and Aeris could once more see the sky and the stars. Then Kaspin stopped. He gestured to Aeris to stop, then howled, sounding almost exactly like Howl or the other wolves around the Palace. He did it twice more, then looked back at Aeris. He was frowning.

“No answer,” he murmured. “Bad.”

“Oh, no,” Aeris whispered. “What do we do now?”

Kaspin stepped back behind the tree and leaned against it, wrapping his arms around himself. “Home.” He looked back over his shoulder, and there was hope in his voice when he added, “Rags knows.”

“Who is Rags?”

Kaspin looked back at her and shrugged. “Fa, not Fa.”

Aeris nodded. “Rags is your adoptive father?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Again?”

“Adoptive?”

“Doptive,” he repeated, then shook his head. “No. Not right. Adoptive. Means Fa, not Fa?”

“Yes.” Aeris smiled. “Where are we going?”

He held his hand out. “Home. Long way. Tired?”

“I’m fine.” She took his hand again, and let him lead her back into the trees.

As Kaspin had warned, it was a long walk, and the moon was high before they left the trees behind for a rocky plain that led them into a canyon. Aeris was tired and hungry, and her back ached from not being able to move her wings. But Kaspin’s hand was warm in hers, and his presence was soothing. She kept catching him glancing at her, and she wondered if his heart was racing as much as hers. Her Water. The last part of her heart. She wondered what her other Companions would think of him. What he’d think of them.

He stopped so abruptly that she nearly bumped into him. He looked down at her, then tapped his nose. “Smell?” he asked, his voice low and quiet. She understood why — their voices would echo off the walls, and if anyone was hunting for them, it would give them away.

She sniffed, then sniffed again. “Something is burning?” she whispered.

He nodded. “Careful.” He started forward, keeping to the shadows. She followed, trying to stay as quiet as Kaspin. He turned into a narrow gap in the stone wall that Aeris would have missed if she’d been alone. The passage was only a dozen paces, and opened out into a moonlit nightmare.

They were on a ledge overlooking what Aeris thought had once been a small village. There was nothing left of it but ruins and ash— houses burned to the ground, and bodies strewn between them like broken dolls. There was something in the center of the village, something Aeris was almost certain didn’t belong. In the moonlight, it looked like a thin obelisk, but she suspected it was no such thing. She heard Kaspin whimper softly, and took his hand. He looked at her, his eyes wide.

“Go,” she whispered. “Go see if you can find him.”

He hesitated, then tugged her hand. “Come?”

“I’ll come with you.”

He nodded, then led her down a twisting track that followed the curve of the rock wall. It came out behind one of the burned-out houses, and there were three bodies at the bottom, two men and a woman, all of them armed. Kaspin stopped.

“Taal,” he said, pointing. “Amal. Nisa.” He swallowed, squared his shoulders, and led Aeris on. More bodies, and Kaspin named each of them as they passed, getting closer and closer to the center of the village. Aeris could see now that it was the remains of a bonfire, and that what she’d taken for an obelisk was in fact a stake, and there was a body hanging from it. Kaspin let her hand fall and walked all the way around the stake before rejoining her. He met her eyes and shook his head.

“We go,” he said softly. “Ah…things. Need things.” He turned, and headed to the still smoldering ruins of a small house. Aeris followed him, and hadn’t quite caught him before he darted inside. He came back out with a bundle under his arm, which he handed to her. “Clothes,” he said. “Rags say… Heir needs clothes.” He looked around. “Need blankets. Food. I find. You… you clothes.”

“Hurry,” Aeris said. “They might come back.” She looked up, suddenly afraid. “They might have left people to watch. We have to hurry.”

Kaspin nodded. He touched her arm, hesitated for a moment, then darted off. Aeris looked around, and stepped into the shadow of a wall that was still standing. The bundle held a pair of trousers, a belt, and a jacket made for someone with wings. She stripped off her skirts and underthings, grimacing at the dirty garments. At the first chance she had, she was going to wash, but for now, there was no time — she put the trousers on, and folded the jacket to take with her. The way her wings were bound, she wasn’t going to be able to get her shirt off. Then she remembered that Rags was supposed to have been the one who could free her. She was stuck like this until they found someone who could undo the chains. She picked up her skirt and carried it over to a smoldering pile, dropping it into the embers and poking it with a stick until it caught fire. When she looked up, Kaspin was coming toward her, carrying a pair of bundles. He handed her one, then gave her a sheathed knife.

“You use?” he asked.

“I can use a knife. Thank you.”

“What?” he asked, nodding toward the blaze.

“If there’s no one watching, then I don’t want them to know we were here if they come back,” she answered. “And… this was your home. They have to expect you to come back.”

He nodded. Then he looked back at the stake and the remains of the fire. Aeris stood up and touched his arm. “I’m sorry, Kaspin.”

He nodded. Then he drew himself up and turned to her, offering his hand. “We go.”

Chapter Eleven

They crept up the track and along the passage, back the way they’d come. Every kicked pebble was a sentry, every night bird someone revealing their presence. By the time they were back under the trees, Aeris was nearly in tears. Kaspin’s hand kept her anchored, kept her safe, and she clung to him like a child. As the moon dipped toward the western horizon, Kaspin stopped. He looked to his left, then his right, then nodded and led Aeris to a fallen tree. He let her hand go, dropped to his knees, then swung his legs underneath the tree and disappeared from view.

“Kaspin?” Aeris whispered. She knelt next to the tree, looking down into darkness. A moment later, a light flared, and Kaspin stepped into view.

“Come,” he whispered, holding his hands up to catch her.

“Will I fit?” she whispered back. He nodded, so she shifted to dangle her legs over the edge, then pushed off. There was just enough room for her wings; Kaspin caught her legs and gently lowered her to the ground, his arms warm around her as she settled onto her feet. Her hands rested on his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat hammering against her palms. She looked up into his eyes, and the fear faded away.

Then he let her go, backing up a step. “Safe here,” he said, his voice strained. “Rest. Eat.” He moved away from the opening, carrying a small lantern that he must have had in his pack. The roof of the cave was low enough that he couldn’t stand upright, and the tops of Aeris’ wings brushed against the stone as she followed. In the very back of the cave, there was a tiny rivulet filling a small pool. Kaspin sat down near it, opening his pack. He pulled out a wrapped something and handed it to Aeris. “Sit. Eat.”

Aeris took the wrapped bundle and sat down, unwrapping the cloth to reveal travel bread and jerky. Kaspin was already gnawing on the jerky, and had taken the bottle from his belt. He glanced at the water, then at Aeris. “Drink?” he mumbled around a mouthful.

“I can drink fresh water,” Aeris answered. “Can you?”

He nodded. “Salt better.”

“I agree.” She tore off a piece of travel bread and ate it, taking the bottle from Kaspin when he offered it. They passed it back and forth until they were done, then Kaspin refilled it and set it aside.

“Sleep,” he murmured. “I watch.”

“You need to rest, too,” Aeris protested.

“Sleep,” Kaspin insisted. “I…” He paused. “I will rest. Later.” He smiled. “Right?”

“That was right,” Aeris assured him. She lay down and rested her head on her bundle, draping the coat over herself. “Kaspin? I am sorry about your father.”

Kaspin made a face. Then he spat. “Rags say…take care of Heir. Important. Dark wants Child. Can’t have.” He looked at her. “Dark bad. Bad things. Bad people. Protect the Child. Duty.” He frowned. “Re…respon…” He shook his head and made a face. “Hard word.”

“Responsibility?”

He nodded. “Again?”

“Responsibility.”

“Re..spons…bility.” Kaspin grimaced. “Not right.”

“It was close,” Aeris offered. He snorted, leaning back against the wall.

“Get safe,” he said softly. “Go by night. Safe.”

“Are we going to the Temple?” Aeris asked. “My parents are there.”

Kaspin looked thoughtful, then shook his head. “They know. Wait. Kill me, take you.”

“Because it makes sense that we’d go there,” Aeris sighed. “Then… the Solstice village? Or… or into the mountains? I have family in the flocks.”

Kaspin closed his eyes, gently tipping his head from side to side. “Mountains not safe,” he said at length. “Cold. Not right things. Not food. Village better. Still not safe. But better.”

“But it’s better than going into the mountains with no supplies,” Aeris said. “That makes sense. And we’ll travel by night. So we’ll stay here tomorrow?”

Kaspin nodded. “Rest.” He looked at the opening. “Drazi, maybe?”

“Drazi?”

“Uncles.”

“Oh, his name is Drazi?” Aeris closed her eyes. “Thank you.” Silently, she added my Water. Saying it aloud would wait. She fell asleep wondering what the others would think of him… and woke with a start, seeing pale sunlight filtering into the cave. The light wasn’t what woke her. What…

Then she heard it again, a muffled sob. She sat up, and saw Kaspin curled up against the wall near the spring, his face buried in his hands. She crawled over to him and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ve got you,” she whispered into his hair. “I’m here.”

He clung to her as desperately as she had to him in the darkness the night before, eventually falling asleep in her arms. She shifted gently, trying not to wake him, until finally he was asleep with his head pillowed on her legs. She leaned her shoulder against the stone wall and closed her eyes.

They were alone, with no supplies, barely any weapons, and they were being hunted. Dark, Kaspin had said. Dark wanted her.

Dark, like a shadow?

***

Something is wrong.

No.

Everything is wrong.

Rags can fix it. Rags can fix anything.

No.

Rags!

Kaspin woke all at once, explosively on guard, ready to defend himself. It was something that Rags had been trying to ease him out of doing — mostly because he’d frightened people who thought he was attacking them. He heard a startled squeak and rolled away from it, coming up facing Aeris. Had… had he been sleeping on her?

He sat back, rubbing one hand over his face, trying to force himself awake now that the initial rush of energy had passed. Rags had always thought how he went from completely alert to groggy once he knew he was safe was funny…

Rags…

He closed his eyes and shuddered, and immediately, she was there, putting her arms around him. For a moment, he let himself rest in her arms, reveling in her warmth. He’d never allowed anyone other than Rags to be this close. He’d learned early that close enough to touch meant close enough to hurt. But her touch was soothing, her very presence calming, and he didn’t understand why he had no urge to lash out at her the way he would have for anyone else who came too close. She was different. She was safe.

She was his.

Aeris. The Heir. The Child.

His.

“Kaspin?”

He raised his head and looked into her eyes. He wanted to see them in the sunlight — he couldn’t tell what color they were. She looked worried. Of course — he was her only protection and her only way home.

He sat up and rubbed his face again, trying to think of what he wanted to say. “I… fine,” he managed.

“You’re not,” she answered, keeping her voice low. “Can I help? Do… do you want to tell me about him?”

He stared at her. She’d heard him talk. Telling her anything would take them hours! He shook his head and slowly got to his feet, ducking his head to keep from hitting the top of the cave. He moved closer to the opening and peered out. Still early. They had a long day ahead of them.

“Rest,” he said. “Eat. Go at dark.”

She nodded. “How long will it take to get to the Solstice village, do you think? I don’t know how long they had me. Do you know?”

He came back to sit down next to her, reaching for his pack. Distance. He knew how long it would take him to get to the village. Could she keep up with him? He thought so — she had already.

“Five. Six sleeps.” He shrugged slightly. “To go. How long? No.”

“You don’t know how long they had me,” she said. “Which… why would you? Five or six days. My parents must be frantic. They must be out here, looking for me.” She smiled. “Maybe we’ll find them?”

He shrugged again. If they did find her parents, what then? Dark was still out there.

Unless… would the Firstborn stop Dark? Rags had said that Dark was their problem to solve. But Rags was gone now. Maybe…

He unwrapped his pack and took out another bundle. “Hunt?” he asked, taking out a piece of jerky.

“I hunt,” Aeris answered. She gnawed on her own jerky and looked at the entrance. “I can set snares, if we have cord.”

Kaspin shook his head. “You stay.”

“Then you stay, too,” she said, and took his arm. “Don’t leave me.” She leaned against him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. He fought the urge to turn his head and bury his face in her hair, and tried to think of something to say. Before he could, she looked up at him. “What weapons do you have?”

“Sickles,” Kaspin answered. He shifted, taking one off his belt and showing it to her.

“I saw this when you saved me,” she said, taking it from him. “Where’s the blade?”

He took it back and jerked his hand to the side — the folded weapon snapped open, revealing the curved blade. She gasped. Then, to his surprise, she laughed, muffling the sound with her hand.

“That’s wonderful! May I see?” Kaspin smiled and handed her the sickle, watching as she turned it over in her hands and tested the blade edge. She opened and closed it, studying the folding mechanism. “This is beautifully made,” she murmured. “Someone is an artist—”

Kaspin lost the rest of what she said, hearing something carried on the winds outside their hiding place. He touched her arm to silence her, then crept toward the entrance.

Voices. He glanced back at Aeris; she nodded to show that she heard, and moved to the rear of the cave. He followed her, taking the sickle from her and taking out its mate, shaking them both open. Aeris drew her knife, and rested her other hand on his back.

“Drazi?” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No signal,” he whispered back. “Hunters.”

As they waited, listening, Kaspin wondered what kind of trail they’d left the night before. How careless had he been? He swallowed and shifted in place, trying to remember if he’d done the right things to hide their trail. He couldn’t think of anything, couldn’t clearly remember anything after he’d looked down into the ruins of the only home he’d ever known. Everything was a fog.

He’d led the hunters straight to them. He’d failed.

The voices above got closer, close enough that Kaspin could hear them clearly, even if meaning escaped him completely. He glanced back at Aeris, she had her eyes closed and her head cocked to the side. She could tell him what they’d said later.

He hoped.

The voices slowly faded away. Kaspin heard a soft sigh of relief from behind him, and slowly crept back toward the entrance. No voices, but he didn’t move until the birds started to sing once more. Only then did he relax and turn back to Aeris, folding his sickles and putting them away.

“Left a trail,” he whispered.

She nodded. “We probably left a trail my baby sister could follow,” she said. “We’ll need to be careful when we leave.”

Kaspin grimaced. “Careless. Stupid. Useless.”

“Stop that,” Aeris snapped. “You are not. You saved me. You’re going to bring me home. And then you’re going to stay with me.”

Kaspin blinked. He knew the words, but he didn’t think he’d understood them properly. “Again?”

She looked at the entrance, then nodded toward the rear of the cave. He followed her back, sitting down across from her so he could watch her face.

She glanced toward the entrance. “Is it safe for us to talk, do you think?” she asked in a quiet voice. “Or should this wait?”

“Birds,” Kaspin answered. “Not close. Tell.”

“You know about the Firstborn? And the Companions?” she asked.

Kaspin nodded. “Rags tell. Firstborn. Air. Earth. Fire. Wat—” He stopped, reaching up to touch his throat through his scarf. “No. Me?”

“Yes.” Aeris smiled. “I’ve been looking for you for two years. The Smoke Dancers could only tell me that you were out of place. And they were right. I never would have looked for my Water in the mountains.”

Two years. That was two snows. Kaspin shook his head. “Wrong. Not me.”

“The Mother isn’t wrong, Kaspin,” she said. She reached across the space between them and took his hand. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. And I think you know that.”

Instantly, he felt his face growing warmer. “I…my Aeris,” he whispered. “Yes.”

She smiled. “My Kaspin,” she murmured. “We’ll get out of this.” She glanced toward the entrance, then shifted to sit next to him. “You said Dark wants me. Who is Dark?”

Kaspin grimaced. “I…Dark bad. Bad people. No Air. No Water. No…broken.”

Aeris looked thoughtful. “Dark wants to destroy Air and Water, and anyone who is different?” she asked. Kaspin nodded, and she sighed. “So he’s a Wanderer?”

Kaspin thought about what he knew. What Rags had told him. “Wanderers follow Her. She go, Dark come.” He tapped his chest. “Rags never follow. We stop. Rags say… serve Mother. Serve Blesséd Mother Firstborn.”

“Rags was a Penitent?” Aeris asked.

The word was new, and Kaspin frowned as he puzzled over it. “Pen…again?”

“Penitent.” She pronounced it slowly and clearly, and he repeated it. “That’s it.”

“Means?”

“Someone who is sorry,” she answered. “Someone who was a Wanderer, and realized they were wrong and stopped hating. My mother said they followed the Seer’s visions and his teachings.”

Kaspin smiled. “Seer is Frayim. Frayim nice.”

She stared at him. “You know Frayim? Do you know where he is?”

“Temple.”

She shook her head. “When we got to the Temple, Steward said he’d vanished. He went out to visit local villages and never came back. The villages were destroyed.”

“Seer gone?” Had Rags known? Unlikely, or he’d have gone hunting for his friend. “How long?”

“I’m not sure,” she answered. “A month, maybe? Steward is very worried.” She paused. “You’ve been to the Temple?”

Kaspin nodded. “Two times. Priest nice. Frayim nice. Rhex very nice.”

Aeris smiled. “I agree with you.” She shifted, resting her hands on her knees. “Did Rags tell Steward about Dark?”

“Don’t know.” Kaspin shook his head, then shrugged and rested his hand on hers. “Why?”

She took a deep breath. “Wanderers followed Her, you said? Do you mean Risha?”

At the sound of the forbidden name, Kaspin turned away and spat, then turned back to see Aeris staring at him. “You spit when you hear her name?” she gasped.

“Evil,” he answered. “Forgotten. No name. Only Her.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” She frowned. “Should I spit?”

He nodded, then fought the urge to laugh as she shifted so that she could spit on the ground. She did it like she’d never spit before, and wasn’t sure what would happen. Once she settled next to him again, he poked her shoulder. “Tell.”

“She kidnapped me when I was a baby,” Aeris said. “Me, my mother and my grandfather. My fathers saved me.”

Kaspin nodded. “Stole the Child. Rags tell. She die. Dark come.”

“Someone took her place,” Aeris murmured. “And… do you call him Dark because he’s evil and has no name?”

Kaspin nodded. “Rags say Mother turn face from Dark.”

Aeris blinked. “I think that’s the longest full sentence I’ve heard you say,” she said.

He grimaced, looking away. “Still learning speaking,” he said in a low voice. “Understand most, but not talk. Sound…idiot.”

“You do not,” Aeris protested, her voice spiraling up. He hissed at her, and she covered her mouth, her cheeks turning red. “You don’t,” she repeated in a lower voice. “You remind me of one of my fathers. His name is Del.”

Kaspin knew that name, but it took him a moment to remember from where. “Del? Priest son?”

She nodded. “Yes. He was injured, and he doesn’t talk well. When he does, he talks like you do. Most of the time, he uses Water signs.”

Kaspin nodded. “Priest tell. Offer to teach.” Kaspin raised his hands, then shrugged. “Not remember.”

She chuckled. “I understand. It takes time, and you’ve only met him twice. There’s not a lot you can learn in that short a time. I’ll teach you.” She took a deep breath. “We need to get to my parents. We need to tell them that someone took Her place. When do we leave?”

Kaspin looked at the light shining down into their den. “Sunset.”

She nodded. “Can you see if you can free my wings? The chain shifted; it’s digging in, and it hurts.”

Kaspin nodded and gestured toward the light. “Come.”

They moved to where the light was better, and Aeris turned around so that she was kneeling with her back was to him. Kaspin got onto his knees and leaned in close to better see what they’d done. Her wings were wrapped in canvas, and the canvas was held on by chains that wound around and between them, and around Aeris’ body. He ran his fingers between her body and the chain, resettling it as he looked for where it joined, and finding the lock underneath her wings, against her back. He studied it for a moment, then growled softly.

“Lock,” he grumbled. He continued resettling the chain, finding where it had pulled tight into the top of Aeris’ left wing. He shifted it, then closed his eyes and concentrated on soothing the hurt.

“Kaspin?” she whispered. “Are you… you’re a healer?”

“Wait,” he answered, checking to make sure there was nothing left, nothing he’d missed. He moved his hands, and she turned to face him.

“You’re a healer,” she repeated. “Who taught you?”

“Rags,” Kaspin answered. “Some. Rhex say go Terraces. Learn. Rags say perhaps.”

She looked horrified. “Perhaps? You mean… you wouldn’t go? You wouldn’t learn how to use your gifts?”

“I learn,” Kaspin protested. “I heal.” He shrugged. “I go…” he paused, then sighed. “They laugh. Stupid Kas.”

“You’re not stupid,” Aeris said. “You’re wonderful. And if you don’t want to go to Terraces, you can learn from my father. He’s Water and Earth, too.”

Kaspin wasn’t sure that she understood. And he wasn’t going to argue with her. He ran his hand over her covered wing. “Better?”

She smiled. “Much better. Thank you.”

Chapter Twelve

“What’s going on?” Owyn demanded as he walked into the Temple library, with Del and Othi right on his heels. Aria was sitting at the head of the table, with Aven at her right. Steward sat across from Aven. “Why did you call us back? What happened?” He paused, seeing his book open on the table, resting on top of an unrolled map. “And why do you have my book?”

Steward touched the page with the picture of the young man that Owyn had seen before they left the Palace. “His name is Kaspin. His father is one of my Penitent contacts. The one who told me not to bother the Firstborn with the news of the Wanderers, as a matter of fact.”

Owyn stared at him for a moment, then took a seat next to Aven. “And this is important why?”

“Because of who Kaspin’s father is.” Steward paused. “Araglar is a Penitent, but he wasn’t originally a Wanderer.”

“Araglar is an Air name,” Del signed as he sat down next to Owyn.

“It is, and I thought at first that he was wingless Air. I was wrong,” Steward answered. “I’ve known him for… quite a few years now. He came here perhaps two years after the Mother called me to be High Priest, and he knew who I was. Who I had been. Frayim stopped him from cutting me down where I stood, and they became friends. Now he comes every few months or so, to tell me the goings on in the hills and hear about what’s happening in the rest of the world. The last two times he came, he’s brought Kaspin.” He paused. “I feel as though I’m betraying him to tell you all this. He told me his history in confidence. But if it will save Aeris, I think he’ll forgive me.”

“If he wants to be angry at someone, let him be angry at me,” Aria said. “I am ordering you to tell me.”

Steward smiled. “Yes, my Firstborn. He goes by Rags now. When I met him, he was very… very angry. It took years before he was willing to sit with me without Frayim’s intercession, and it took Rhexa recognizing him for him to trust me enough to tell me his reasons.” He looked around the table. “He was one of Risha’s victims. He’s Air and Earth, and he was a student at the main healing center. Based on his age, he may have been her first victim after she got the idea from having to take Alanar’s wings.” He looked at Owyn. “I asked Alanar. He thinks he remembers Araglar from when he was a boy. And Rhexa remembered him when he came here after she joined us. That’s when he told me who he was.”

“He was one of the ones who vanished,” Rhexa added. “We never knew what happened to him. Pirit was… well, she never really got upset, but she missed him terribly. He was one of her personal students. Incredibly talented.”

“Yeah, we know what Risha did with anyone who was incredibly talented,” Owyn muttered. “So how’d he end up out here? And why didn’t he go to Pirit and tell her?”

“I asked him that question, and he never answered it,” Steward said. “And he’s out here because he tried to go back to his flock, and they cast him out.”

“Because he was broken,” Aria said.

Steward nodded. “Because he was broken. He stayed out here because he thought he had no place left to go, and he built a community, a safe place for other broken people.” He touched a spot on the map. “Sanctuary. It’s about six days by foot, two to three days on horseback.”

“How many other victims did he take in?” Owyn asked. “Risha’s victims, or Wanderer victims?”

“I think pretty much the entire community are one or the other, and that’s why you need to go there.” Steward tapped the map again. “Because of Kaspin.”

Othi leaned over Owyn’s shoulder to look at the picture, then at Steward. “He’s Water, isn’t he? Like we suspected? He’s Earth and Water, if he’s a healer. That means we were right. They were breeding for the Child, and he’s the son of one of the lost Water.”

“And what’s more, he’s Aeris’ Water,'' Owyn added. “This is why she couldn’t find her Water, and why she said he was important when she saw that.” He gestured to the open book. “Fisher and I both said it — he was in the wrong place. Who’s goi

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