It was still night in Paix, thankfully. Seida wasted little time once their feet hit the ground. They stood in the town center, where the central waypoint was. The paper lanterns that were strung from the branches and upper walkways around them were dimly lit, casting just enough light to see by. Many of the homes were dark. Most everyone was surely asleep. There were no guards in the area, but a few curious owls screeched and swooped overhead. They needed to climb up towards the canopy where her parents’ house was. Hopefully, they’d still be awake.
“Are we in a tree right now?” Tauren asked, squinting into the dark to make out his surroundings.
“Certainly looks like it,” Gregorim agreed.
“Stay close, boys, and keep your hoods up. We need to move quickly. Mortals are not allowed into the Fae without prior permission.”
“How does the Order recruit faelings then?”
“Agents like myself, who’ve been born here or taught the connection between the Fae and the mortal world by their parents or masters.” Seida led them up a tight spiral staircase carved into one of the massive boughs of the Yuma Tree. They crossed one of the rope bridges, heading towards one of the yurts near the edge of the canopy. Thankfully, there was still a flameless light still lit in one of the windows. They crossed the next few bridges as quietly as they could, not wanting to disturb the residents. The fewer people that knew they were here, the better.
Seida took a deep breath when they reached her mother’s door. She raised her hand to knock, holding it up for a moment before knocking three times. From inside, she heard shuffling feet across the wooden floor. Would her mother even let them in? Surely once she saw Sadra, she’d let them in. Whatever had happened between them couldn’t possibly be enough to keep her from helping them.
“Who’s there?” Her mother called.
“Mamae, it’s Seida,” Seida replied.
“Seida, my love.” Her mother swung the door open, clutching her shawl closed. “It is so good to see you. What brings you here at this hour?” Her eyes widened when she saw Gregorim carrying Sadra behind her. She rushed around Seida, cupping Sadra’s face in her hands with a frantic look on her face. She almost glared up at Seida. “What has happened? Is she alright? I didn’t even know she could leave Khasta.”
“I don’t know what happened exactly.” Seida hung her head. “But we need shelter for the night. This was the only place I could think of where she could get help.”
“Inside, quickly. I’ll send for a healer. She’s just a few doors down.” Her mother...