Mist and Poison

Downstream from Havermouth, Present Time

Their little party set up camp just down the river from Havermouth, not far, in Lyric’s judgement, from the Edison’s farm. She stood just outside the little dome that she and Niarthen would sleep in that night and searched the trees for distant lights in the direction that she guessed the farm would be.

“Mia Persuma Inillium?” Niarthen came up behind her and put his arms around her. She wondered if he’d been visiting Sapphire again. She had not seen him go, distracted by the business of setting up the camp for the night. It happened occasionally that they would be separated, and normally it did not bother her – she knew that he would find her, or she him. But now, his disappearance held more significance.

She hated Sapphire with a passion that was entirely unfounded, based on nothing more than instinct and a sketch.

“You look deep in thought. Are you troubled over earlier?” Niarthen asked, oblivious to her thoughts.

The decimation of Trayrock,