Something about that blast of power, though, changed Thayla and Riven, and the fucking tension can be cut with a sword.
I don’t know if it’s good tension or bad.
The last three days were spent in Darlander, which was uneventful for this particular quest but eye-opening and fucking confusing for whatever the hell is going on in the realm.
We met three more half god, half ungodly couples who had a child each. They were all nervous to be around us, obviously, but we swore to them we wouldn’t go back to Godsden and say anything. We just wanted to know what was going on.
They basically told us the same thing the first god we met told Lambrit.
The gods are liars.
Something we already know, but there’s a meaning to their words we aren’t understanding and it’s driving Amick fucking insane.
Today was the first full day spent in Edistoia, where we’ll spend the next four days searching. The remaining six days of Amick’s hopeful two-week timeline, in Abernie.
That’s not only the region with the largest godly reports, it has the least amount of natural environment. It’s going to be harder, if not impossible, to search inconspicuously.
I’m fucking dreading it.
Edistoia is already too crowded for me.
Lambrit was able to mark on his map very few locations in this region and the next where there are small stretches of forest we can park the carriage and sleep for the night.
The Veilatara need a place to stay hidden from the gawking and the last thing I want is to be smack-dab in the middle of the fucking overpopulated areas.
A grunt sounds behind me, and I peer over my shoulder, huffing as Sevryn stands in front of the carriage doors.
“What?” I ask.
“Didn’t realize you were out here.”
“Now you do.” He scoffs, walking a few feet away from me, and tilts his head back the same as I do. “Can I fucking help you?”
“Doubtful.”
I roll my eyes and stare into the darkest part of the forest I can find now that he’s come out here and fucked up the five minutes of silence I was searching for.
I don’t have an issue with anyone with us, except for him, but I’m used to my solitude. So are my brothers. This shit is draining, constantly being around people and having to be mindful of how I act around them.
“So what’s Amick’s aim here?”
“What the hell does that mean?’
“I mean, we’re seriously just going to scour the streets, hoping our Amethysts light up in our pockets or our awareness to power just leads our way to this thing? He doesn’t think it’s in some cave, hidden from anyone to find?”
“What else would you have him do, Sevryn? It’s not like anyone drew a circle on the map and said, the Binding that’s been lost for fuck knows how long is somewhere here. Go get it.”
“Yeah, I guess but—”
“But what? He’s doing and has done everything he can and we’re only on day four.”
My body heats and my fists clench at my sides with the desire to lay his ass out for questioning Amick.
Yeah, the method behind searching for the Binding is hard. It was always going to fucking be. It’s a creation that even the Beginning Gods themselves haven’t been able to find.
“Look, I’m not talking shit. I get he’s done everything within his power. I’m just saying, it comes off as an impossible task.”
My throat bobs as he speaks the truth I’ve avoided with all my might.
