the island of Ellvin and will not be back for three or four weeks.”
“Interesting.”
“Can I help you? I am his daughter.”
A puzzled frown crept into the woman’s face as she looked out to sea. “I wondered for years why it will not be the Mage who fights and at long last I have my answer.”
“Pardon?”
The woman did not answer at first and Kenley thought maybe she did not hear the question, but then she finally turned back and moved her white eyes up and down Kenley’s body as though measuring her up in some way.
“Interesting,” was all she said for the second time and then shuffled away toward the platform steps that led to the streets below.
Very strange.
Shrugging, Kenley turned away from the mystery to the more pressing matter at hand—the children.
Reilly, a watershifter, at nineteen was a year younger than she was and his sister, Jala, a fireshifter, was a year younger than Reilly. The twins, Kellan, an earthshifter, and Kane, a sightshifter, were both fifteen and little Izzy Falewir, a feralshifter, was the youngest of their group at the age of twelve. The six progeny of Savitars, and all extremely powerful in magic.
Kenley clapped her hands together as she walked back to the group, and the protectors tensed in high alert. They had been through this before.
“All right, it’s time to head back to Bardot. We will proceed in an orderly fashion and…” Five pairs of eyes glinted at her mischievously. “Oh, what utter nonsense! Let’s do it!”
With one last apologetic glance at Kirby Nash, Kenley waved her hand in a circle and the air around her began to stir. She felt Izzy Falewir’s small hand slip into hers.
“Kenley Atlan!” It was Kirby, and he sounded furious.
The air gusted in the form of a mini tornado on the platform, and Kenley’s hair whipped around her head. She carefully kept her magic directed at the six protectors and watched them disappear behind a cloud of dust.
Kenley jumped off the platform and took off running through the cobblestone streets of Northfort, the others close on her heels. When they were far enough away, she risked a look back over her shoulder and giggled in amusement as her hapless victims tried to breach the gale force winds holding them back.
Was that really necessary, Princess?
Baya’s reprimand cut through her joy.
We’re just having a little harmless fun, Baya.
And, the protectors are just trying to perform their duty. Why must you make it so difficult for them?
Because I wish to be free, Baya! Do you really not understand? How would you like to be followed around everywhere you go? For Highworld’s sake, I cannot even go to the privy on my own without a Scarlet Saber shadowing me!
It is for your safety, Princess. Surely, you realize that by now.
What do I need to be protected from? If anyone tries to harm me, I can take to the skies! she declared forcefully. Then, she stopped and looked directly into eyes the color of her own and made her tone deliberately softer. Besides, I have you to protect me. That is all I need.
True.
No one can stand against the ferocity of a Draca Cat.
Not if they wish to live.
Humans and beasts of every size tremble at the very mention of Callyn-Rhe.
Baya clicked her tongue. Your flattery is far too transparent, little one.
But, working?
Yes.
Kenley hugged her best friend tightly around the neck. Thank you for understanding, Baya.
Know now that I will not interfere with any punishment Captain Nash deems appropriate.
I understand.
Go then. Have your fun, but just for a few hours mind you. We must return to Bardot.
Maks and Jain, who were younger and far more playful than Baya, let out an excited howl as they loped to the front of the group to cut a path through the people on the streets.
I remember when you used to be like that, she reminded her friend.
Never.
Kenley smiled at the outright lie.
Reilly spoke up. “Now that we have a few hours of freedom, how about we go to the lake? My