Not Belaisle. I knew it the moment I entered the pale green scape, the sullen suns overhead burnt orange and deep red, casting the landscape below in a wash of crimson and harsh lines. The bare earth rippled as I settled, dust rising, to face the small, dark haired young woman who waited for me with a still, patient expression on her lovely face.

I shifted into human form with some reluctance, finding it hard to meet the warm, brown eyes of Zoe ...