Thessalia POV

Elf riddles paled in comparison to Tulaska’s mysterious predictions. Even Azandra cloaked her statements in an aura of enigma. But then, she had briefly been the Wise Woman. Thessalia deeply respected Azandra, not just as a healer and a seer, but as a friend.

She walked with Azandra, Dirge, and Calyx back to Cresta House in the cool night air. Clear skies, no rain in sight. A canopy of stars overhead, and a sliver of a golden moon at the center of them, like a ...