“May I ask you a question,” Olisnia inquires to Alma as she slows her horse to match the werebird’s pace.

She nods softly shifting on her steed. She stares at the back of Evyn’s head as the men ride ahead of them, but he does not glance back. The sun has only risen and set once since they left Windwill. She did not understand why they continued to travel, even at night. Her eyes strained to see where she is going. Both Jasper and Evyn hold up torches for their horses to be ...