Daughter of Lightning by Anna Logan

Author:Anna Logan [Logan, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734390407
Published: 2020-01-17T05:00:00+00:00

11

Traveling Companions

T alea woke with a headache, a stiff back, and confusion at the voices she heard nearby.

“What on Kameon is that?”

“You know, since you’re among the top warriors of Calcaria, I would have thought you’d recognize oatmeal when you saw it.”

“Ha. Well, I would recognize oatmeal. This ain’t that.”

She sat up, massaging her temples. The voices. It was Yhkon, and, and…oh, and Tarol, that was his name. Right. Wardens. Wards. Prophesied…Shadow Region…war. Goodie. The shelter was unoccupied except for Brenly, who always managed to sleep later than the rest of them. Yawning, she climbed out from under the blankets, wincing when standing made her head hurt worse. Since she’d put on clean clothes last night after getting a thorough drenching in the river, she didn’t bother changing. Once her boots were on and hair brushed, she was ready to go out.

Opening the flap to the tent, the light nearly blinded her. The sky was brilliant blue and clear, the air crisp, with that breezy, brisk quality that told her autumn was on its way. Sure enough, the trees around them had tinges of yellow. Talea cast a scan over the rest of the campsite: Ki, Kae, Grrake, and Naylen appeared to be talking while standing around the Wardens’ celiths, out of earshot. Haeric was just approaching the fire, where Yhkon was stirring a steaming pot, Tarol still scoffing.

“Alright, Tarol, enough of your mischief,” Haeric said as he advanced, before cracking a grin at Yhkon. “Can I help you with that concoction of yours, Yhkon?”

Yhkon rolled his eyes skyward. “For the love of…No, thank you.”

She turned her back on the camp and walked leisurely to the river. It was roaring and swirling and far more terrifying than it had been before she’d been a hostage to its ferocity. With more caution than necessary, she knelt on the bank and bent forward to scrub her face and neck in the water. It was frigid on her skin, yet reviving, clearing away any lingering grogginess. It only made her headache increase, though. She sat back on the grass, combing her fingers through her hair. It was already smooth from being brushed a few minutes ago, so she parted it into three sections, pulled them to the side, and began braiding. At the ends, she held it in place with one hand and dug into the pocket on her skirt with the other. Where’s the stupid…oh, barbsit tails. The tie was in the pocket of the dress she’d been wearing yesterday, not this one. With a shrug, she undid the braid and tossed her black hair over her shoulder and returned to camp.

Seles stood by the fire, apparently taking over the cooking, while Yhkon stood to the side with his head lowered and hands in pockets, a far cry from the man who last night had seemed as dangerous as the river he’d saved her from. With some reluctance, Talea joined them.

Seles greeted her with a smile, Yhkon did it verbally. “Good morning, Talea.

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