Ahead, Anra could see a landscape of low, rolling hills; to the south, the grassy roofs of a few huts were barely visible.The craft lifted itself as they approached the hills. Anra knew that Lydee could have made the trip in less time. The shuttle could have soared above the clouds and then dropped toward their destination. But her aunt had sensed that traveling that way would have disturbed and disoriented Silla and Harel.Lydee was resting in the seat next to Anra's, letting the craft pilot itself along the path she had set. Behind them, Marellon was keeping Anra's parents occupied in musings about old times.Anra kept up her wall, saying nothing. She had smiled at Silla and Harel before climbing into the craft, hoping they might see that she was regretting her hard words, but they had looked uncomfortable in her presence. Now she felt angry with them once more. If it hadn't been for them, she could have stayed with Rulek, who might have needed her more; she had sensed the sorrow that was still inside him.A hand holding a wafer suddenly appeared at her side; Anra turned.
