She pulled on a light tunic, tucked her slingshot into her belt, and snuck out of her bedroom balcony, skipping along the walking-ropes to the edge of the glen. There she waited until she saw her father. They would travel north for two days before they reached the Spriton clan’s valley. &nb...
Naia asked, running to hug her brother. She frowned when she felt his arms against her shoulders. His embrace was cold to the touch, almost like stone, even through the fabric of his tunic. She pressed her hand against his arms, but the coldness refused to dissipate. “What’s happened to you?” &nb...