Aravis was -- restless. That was likely to be the best word. She was here, now, and she wasn't entirely sure why she had come, still. Ben's explanation the day prior had given her a small glint of hope, but she still wasn't convinced ( Read more... )

Aravis woke from the most real dream she'd experienced in some time. She was with her mother and Rishti, under the warmth of the Calmorene sun. They were happy, smiling at her, delighting in her presence. There was no resentment, as so often in her dreams, nor was her father lurking angrily at the edges of the landscape. They rode horses, Aravis ( Read more... )