She hid in the shadows where no adults would notice a little girl, until the door had been closed and barred and the magic barriers repaired to prevent invasion. There was always a chance that the Nameless One would find a way to circumvent Rey'kil magic with his blood magic, take over one of the tunnels that compressed distances, and use them to invade and destroy Rey'kil enclaves. Then, when all the adults had left and the other boys had hurried off to find their mothers, Ceera left the shadows and held out her hand. Sometimes, Mrillis would take her hand and start walking--fighting a grin as he teased her. Ceera simply stood still, holding tightly to his hand so he either had to stop or drag her down the passageway. With a snort on his part or a giggle on hers, they would stop. He would reach into his belt pouch and bring out whatever treat he had brought her. Every time he came home, he brought something. A nearly perfect shell found on the beach of Wynystrys.
