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/Retrograde 1. "Retrograde 1?" she asked, puzzled.
"To mark the beginning of a new age..." Merganser took a deep breath before she continued. "You have seven days to learn of our ways. On the last day of the Blood Moon, you and Cassian will join the Shieldwolves, where you will be trained in the arts of the shaman. There, you will also learn about your duty to Kairuhan. Do you have any questions?"
"I do." All kinds of thoughts raced through Samarra's head. She wondered about what her life with the Shieldwolves would be like. Mainly, she was thinking about her brother. "Where's Cass?"
"Ah, Cassian," Merganser smiled in understanding. "Your brother sleeps. He has yet to recover from the shock of phasing. It is important that he remains undisturbed until his mind, body, and spirit are reunited."
"But I want to see him."
Merganser shook her head. "Physical contact will impede the healing process. Leave him be."
Samarra bit her lip nervously and wondered if she should push for more. "I have another question."
Merganser raised her brow. "Go ahead."
"You told the Sairfangs something before we left. I'm remembering it now. Can you tell me what you meant by returning Cass to his rightful place? You didn't mean Kairuhan, did you? You meant something else."
"You are perceptive, little one, but you must have patience."
"Please, Merganser," Samarra begged. "I need to know."
"In time you will learn about Cassian's role, as you will learn about yours." Merganser touched Samarra's arm gently. "For now, you must focus on adapting to your new environment." She made moves to stand up. "Unless you have further questions, I shall let you rest."
"Wait! What happened to the Sairfangs?" Samarra was worried, confused, and even a little scared.
Two small creases appeared between Merganser's eyebrows and she sat back down. Her eyes seemed shut, but under her lids she watched Samarra closely. There was an uncomfortable silence. "They are no longer your concern." Merganser stood up and motioned to indicate the subject was closed. "You must rest." With a slight bow, she bid Samarra goodnight.
Samarra beat her fist into the pillow. She knew no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon. She tossed and turned as she remembered more and more about Cassian, the Sairfangs, and her old home. Samarra's thoughts ran deep and fast until the memories of her life eventually settled into a coherent story.
To pass the time, she grabbed the green tablet and searched for information about the Shieldwolves. Perhaps an hour went by; Samarra couldn't tell. There were no clocks in the room and the sky was still dark. She waited a little longer until the cottage had fallen quiet. Then she climbed out of bed and tiptoed out of her room. Instead of going downstairs this time, she went further down the hallway.
There were two rooms nearby. She peeked into the first room. Merganser's chest rose and fell rhythmically as she snored softly. The next room was stacked with bookshelves and a desk piled high with ancient tomes. Samarra resisted going in to see the books close up. She was about to make her way downstairs when a sparkle at the end of the hallway caught her eye. She walked to the end of the hallway until she was standing in front of a full-length mirror. A wispy image of herself took shape in the glass. Samarra gasped and reached out to touch the image, but it dissipated into sparkling swirls on contact. Her hand went right through the mirror.
Samarra snapped her hand back in fright. "Hmm," she murmured approvingly at the sight of her sparkling fingers. She reached into the mirror again. This time she wiggled her fingers in the empty space on the other side before she pulled back. It took her a few moments to talk herself into what she wanted to do next. With a deep breath and a "One⦠two⦠three," she stepped through the mirror and into a secret room.
The room seemed to be suspended in the middle of a star-filled
"To mark the beginning of a new age..." Merganser took a deep breath before she continued. "You have seven days to learn of our ways. On the last day of the Blood Moon, you and Cassian will join the Shieldwolves, where you will be trained in the arts of the shaman. There, you will also learn about your duty to Kairuhan. Do you have any questions?"
"I do." All kinds of thoughts raced through Samarra's head. She wondered about what her life with the Shieldwolves would be like. Mainly, she was thinking about her brother. "Where's Cass?"
"Ah, Cassian," Merganser smiled in understanding. "Your brother sleeps. He has yet to recover from the shock of phasing. It is important that he remains undisturbed until his mind, body, and spirit are reunited."
"But I want to see him."
Merganser shook her head. "Physical contact will impede the healing process. Leave him be."
Samarra bit her lip nervously and wondered if she should push for more. "I have another question."
Merganser raised her brow. "Go ahead."
"You told the Sairfangs something before we left. I'm remembering it now. Can you tell me what you meant by returning Cass to his rightful place? You didn't mean Kairuhan, did you? You meant something else."
"You are perceptive, little one, but you must have patience."
"Please, Merganser," Samarra begged. "I need to know."
"In time you will learn about Cassian's role, as you will learn about yours." Merganser touched Samarra's arm gently. "For now, you must focus on adapting to your new environment." She made moves to stand up. "Unless you have further questions, I shall let you rest."
"Wait! What happened to the Sairfangs?" Samarra was worried, confused, and even a little scared.
Two small creases appeared between Merganser's eyebrows and she sat back down. Her eyes seemed shut, but under her lids she watched Samarra closely. There was an uncomfortable silence. "They are no longer your concern." Merganser stood up and motioned to indicate the subject was closed. "You must rest." With a slight bow, she bid Samarra goodnight.
Samarra beat her fist into the pillow. She knew no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon. She tossed and turned as she remembered more and more about Cassian, the Sairfangs, and her old home. Samarra's thoughts ran deep and fast until the memories of her life eventually settled into a coherent story.
To pass the time, she grabbed the green tablet and searched for information about the Shieldwolves. Perhaps an hour went by; Samarra couldn't tell. There were no clocks in the room and the sky was still dark. She waited a little longer until the cottage had fallen quiet. Then she climbed out of bed and tiptoed out of her room. Instead of going downstairs this time, she went further down the hallway.
There were two rooms nearby. She peeked into the first room. Merganser's chest rose and fell rhythmically as she snored softly. The next room was stacked with bookshelves and a desk piled high with ancient tomes. Samarra resisted going in to see the books close up. She was about to make her way downstairs when a sparkle at the end of the hallway caught her eye. She walked to the end of the hallway until she was standing in front of a full-length mirror. A wispy image of herself took shape in the glass. Samarra gasped and reached out to touch the image, but it dissipated into sparkling swirls on contact. Her hand went right through the mirror.
Samarra snapped her hand back in fright. "Hmm," she murmured approvingly at the sight of her sparkling fingers. She reached into the mirror again. This time she wiggled her fingers in the empty space on the other side before she pulled back. It took her a few moments to talk herself into what she wanted to do next. With a deep breath and a "One⦠two⦠three," she stepped through the mirror and into a secret room.
The room seemed to be suspended in the middle of a star-filled
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