"You're joking ( Read more... )

*HEALERS!* Karla snapped on an open psychic thread. *I need all the Healers stat! And anyone to help lift and carry!*

Hard to say who was in more need of a Healer right then: Jono, who looked gray and haggard and was moving in clear pain, or Raven, who was whey-faced and collapsed on the ground.

...Probably Raven, at least by the time Karla was done ( Read more... )

Karla looked at the heaps of the dead surrounding her camp and blinked back tears. The only "upside" to this--and yes, Karla was thinking of that in quotations--was that most of the dead were not her own ( Read more... )

The further south their great procession had traveled, the more things had changed. Some of that was purely geographical, of course. They'd left the mountains and the great pine forests long behind them, trading them in for fields and rivers made mighty by the runoff from the mountains that only stopped when the weather turned water to ice. They ( Read more... )

Karla tried not to look nervous as the great doors to the Dark Altar opened in front of her. Inside, Opal witchlights danced in sconces, forming a path for her to follow, rather than illuminating what was within. This was very different than her Birthright Ceremony, where she'd had the company of her parents and several other children, where a ( Read more... )

It was almost time for then to catch their portal home, but Morton had cautiously decided that there was enough time to visit one more landen village before they left. Even Julian didn't have much a problem with this, mollified by the five Blood males (and seven females) that Karla had handwavily, because cons are exhausting offered a place in her ( Read more... )

The portal had dropped them off in the outskirts of Haven. Portalocity tech was one more thing that Karla could add to the list of information she didn't want most Kaeleerans to have, especially her enemies. But Haven wasn't that far from the Glacian border, which meant it was the ideal staging ground for their reconnaissance missions. They could ( Read more... )

Karla was planning to head upstairs to Warren's room in a few minutes, she just had a few more herbs to mix for brews. It seemed less and less likely that this--whatever if was--was going to end in a fight, but she figured it would be best to be prepared anyway. The last of her spidersilk was spun into Healing webs, there were potions and tinctures ( Read more... )

No, you must stay. Stay and wait for the message. You will be needed.

Tersa's parting words as Karla had left the cottage. And Karla had listened, staying at the Hall and waiting for...something. Anything. Some kind of message, though she hadn't known from who or about what.

( And then, today, that message had come. )

Spending all of yesterday facing the fussing/interrogation had been...a day. Yes. Which meant that Karla was in no hurry to do that again. However, she knew better than to think she could avoid the boyos for however long until their portal arrived (more's the pity), so instead of trying for that, she'd simply sent out as many handwavy calls as ( Read more... )