...t, they would soon get another visitor. How, she wondered, would
they react to her mode of transport? According to the information she had
gleaned from Lezard’s parchments, they were fierce warriors… which might be god
or bad, depending on how aggressive they were. With luck, they would regard her
as a fellow warrior, and a powerful one of the kind, and accord her the respect
befitting a warrior. With less luck, they’d regard her as a thread, and an
enemy. And charred corpses weren’t known for their willingness to share
information, Lezard’s skills to the contrary.
like there aren’t very many animals down there… Blake commented mentally. I
hope you’re not planning on spending too many days here, or I might get hungry.
Sweeping the horizon with her own eagle-sharp eyes, she had to admit he was
right. The tough grass was apparently also too tough for most animals to live
off. I’m not planning to spend any more time here than necessary, she
replied, and besides, I can’t live off grass any more than you can. Of
course, she had food in the saddlebags, but that wouldn’t last forever, either.
At least water wouldn’t be a problem – about the only thing ever breaking the
sea of green below was the occasional freshwater stream.
see it! Blake
suddenly exclaimed, transmitting a direction along with the fact. Turning her
head slightly to the left, she narrowed her eyes, an...