It was cold—Stars! It was freezing!—but DragonStar had cloaked himself well, and had donned scarves and gloves against the night air. Something was happening, and he needed to know what. And so he climbed to the very topmost rock, and there he sat, huddled against the night, sending his far-senses scrying out into the night, and wondering: What? Behind DragonStar, Sicarius huddled underneath the overhang of his cloak. He, too, could smell the night air. There would be a hunt tonight. Leagh had not moved from the tree stump. She’d lain there, physically sickened by the horror of being almost caught by Qeteb in Spiredore and then by seeing him descend with his companion Demons into Sanctuary. What was happening down there? Crouched close to the earth all afternoon and evening, Leagh imagined at times that she could feel the destruction roiling up through the earth to her hand. Was Zared safe? And Axis? What about Katie? Leagh closed her eyes, forcing her mind away from the fate of her husband and friends, and wondered if she should find somewhere safer and warmer for the night.
