“Gwynith almost wailed as she hastily closed her canteen. “We were. Now we’re not.” Selena attached her own canteen to Mistrunner’s saddle and mounted. While Gwynith and the two escorts who had remained with them scrambled to mount their horses, she studied the Mother’s Hills rising up in the distance. A hard day’s ride would take them to the foothills. By midday tomorrow, she would reach her destination. Written on water. Whispered on the wind. How long had the Crones been sending t...he messages? Should she take the time to call up a wind and send back an answer? No. Best to get there as quickly as she could. Written on water. Whispered on the wind. But not in Tir Alainn. Barren air. Barren water. Barren earth in another generation if the Fae didn’t come to understand the reality of their land hidden above the world. She shouldn’t have gone back to the Fair Land after she went down to the Old Place and guested with Ella’s family overnight.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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