Still, the urge whispered in her ear, telling her she belonged in the midst of the chaos.
Brisa's lips curled. "You do."
"Maybe," Eva admitted.
But that didn't change the fact she was down here and not up there.
Brisa shifted to face her. "The Kyren and Tenrin are said to be born of a storm and the tragedy of humans. Once in a while, a storm comes into being that invites us to test ourselves against it."
"Does that mean you plan to fly up there?" Eva asked.
"I want to," Brisa admitted, not quite able to hide the yearning on her face as she looked from the storm to Eva. "But now is not my time."
"How will you know when it is your time?" Eva found herself asking.
There was something in this conversation that tugged at her. A whisper of knowledge that she needed.
It hovered just out of reach. An annoying prickle driving her to possess it, but every time she reached for it, it slipped through her fingers.
"I'll just know. The world will tell me," Brisa answered.
Eva squinted at the clouds, catching wings as dark as night.
Brisa nodded, seeing where her attention had gone. “Sebastian would have felt the call too. I wouldn’t expect him back anytime soon. He won’t be able to resist playing in a storm like this until the worst of the fury is spent.”
Warin cleared his throat. "As interesting as that is, we still have a job to do. Those horses aren't going to corral themselves."
Jason shot him a disgusted look.
Eva nodded. "He's right. We don't have time for this."
Not with the storm threatening to let loose at any moment. Once it did, their job of recovering the rest of the horses would be nearly impossible.
"Don't stray too far from the main body," Drake remind her. "We don't know who could be out here."
"That's why you brought warriors, isn't it?" Eva asked.
Drake bent a no nonsense look on her that made Eva grin.
"I know. We'll be as quick as possible. We wouldn't want to tempt fate," Eva said, shooting one last look at the storm before clicking her tongue at Caia.
To her surprise, the mare refused to budge. Even when Eva flicked the reins and squeezed her sides with her knees, Caia didn't move.
"Caia?" Eva questioned.
This wasn't like her friend. Caia wasn't some ill trained mount liable to spook at the smallest thing. If she was balking, she had a reason. Something Eva's human senses were missing.
Eva stroked Caia's neck. "What is it, my heart?"
The mare's ears swiveled before lying flat against her skull.
Eva's instincts roared.
"Ambush," she screamed.
Brisa launched herself skyward, an arrow piercing her wing before she could catch the wind and take flight. She screamed as she plummeted to the ground.
Eva was off Caia in an instant.
