Falkan Ennar, shape-shifter and merchant-
turned-rukhin-spy, had taken a falcon’s form
this morning, and wielded the creature’s
remarkable speed to fly ahead. He must have
seen something, for he now banked and swept
past them, then soared inland again. Follow,
he seemed to say.
Sailing to Terrasen was still an option,
depending on what they found today along the
coast. Whether Lysandra might be there, if
she might still be alive, was another matter
entirely.
Falkan had sworn that his fortune, his
properties, would be her inheritance well
before he knew that she’d survived childhood,
or received his family’s gifts. A strange
family from the Wastes, who’d spread across
the continent, his brother ending up in
Adarlan long enough to sire Lysandra and
abandon her mother.
lily
(lily)
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