“I can steal words on the wind. Perhaps I can send them. If you have a better idea, I’d love to hear it. We can’t ride into Feressa with a wounded elf and a bloody unicorn.”
He glances back at her again as she worries her lip and shifts in the chilly air, goosebumps pebbling her bare legs. Perhaps they should have left some of their clothes on as they trysted last night. It never crossed his mind that anyone would wander into this part of the woods so near the border.
“I’ll try,” she says. “Who do you want me to contact? Your father?”
He groans. “No, but I think we’ll have to. I wish Corivos were here.”
Father’s First among warriors remained in Darlei, though. Someone needed to stay behind.
“Whoever I speak to won’t be able to respond,” Viala reminds him. “We’ll have no way of knowing it worked.”
They don’t have time to waste waiting for Corivos to perhaps receive a message.
“Talk to Father. And tell him where we are.”
Viala nods and steps into the middle of the clearing, a determined look on her face. Turning, Tharios focuses his attention on trying to save the elf who might be the key to preventing another rebellion before it starts.
Fates save them all if he dies, taking whatever information they might have pried out of him from this life when he goes.
We’ll Find Him
Episode 128
Rominywakestothefaint sound of a train whistle in the distance and sighs. That must be Mother and Father’s train.
Elowyn stretches beside him, and he wraps his arm around her waist before remembering he’s not supposed to set her on fire here.
“Should I move my arm?” he asks.
“Please don’t. I love snuggling with you in the morning, though it’s odd waking alone in the real world.”
It is odd. Usually, someone from Elowyn’s family is in the room when they wake.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“I feel well right now. I’m sure if I attempt to stand, I’ll feel much worse.”
He smiles at her words. “You’ll get there.” When a knock sounds, Rominy pulls back his arm and looks up in surprise. “A knock. That’s a first. And appreciated since I’m half-dressed. Stars above. Just a minute!” He throws on his shirt from the chair where he left it last night before calling, “Come in!”
Grandmera steps through the door, and Rominy doesn’t miss the way she glances around the room before settling her gaze on Elowyn. “You look bright-eyed this morning.”
“I feel much more like myself.”
“I am glad to hear it. I—”
“Pera!” Elowyn cries, and Rominy glances toward the door. It’s Lorial, and he looks troubled.
“Your color has returned, my elfling. How happy that makes me.”
Rominy frowns. Despite his words, that’s not Lorial’s happy face.
“What’s wrong?” Elowyn asks, clearly observing the same thing. She swings her feet to the floor. “Is Mother—”
Rominy drops to the bed and pulls Elowyn back before she ends up in a heap on the rug.
“Your mother is well. Healing slowly, but much improved. Forgive me. I had an unsettling dream, and—”
“I can’t find him,” Grandmera whispers. “Either of them. I told Tharios to spend the evening with Viala, and now they’re gone. I expected them back by now. But the stable master said they took Stardust last night and haven’t returned.”
