As they reached the edge of the trees, he commanded them to slow to a stop and he turned to face the rest of the group. “A’asil.” A’asil nodded and closed his eyes in concentration. When he opened them again they were shimmering with vyala. L’iam saw this and urged his horse forward at a brisk pace. The group moved out from under the trees and into the open, heading north. Adesina leaned forward to speak in her brother’s ear. “What is A’asil doing?” E’nes turned his head slightly to respond. “He is creating an illusion that hides us from the sight of others. If we did not have him in our group, we would have to travel at night.” She frowned in confusion. “Why?” “Because he is the only one of us who knows how to create illusions, and it is imperative that we are not seen.” The young woman stewed over this for a while, staring at the landscape. They were currently in grasslands, which stretched out as far as the eye could see. The grass was long and green, flourishing in the early summer weather.
