He wished he could ask Malistra for advice, or maybe aspell-casting to set him on the right path. Leaning her shoulderinto the effort, she moved the equipment away, stood panting a little, hands on hips, staring down at thespell, parsing it into its incantatory parts. Itwas protected by a lock, which he unsealed with a series of rhythmic darting motions of his forefinger. Across the sheened hills, the shadowed valleys, her fingertips traced everycurve and quivering nuance of Tezziq's body.
Not at all, said Mr Segundus, it is nothing. She threw her head back and added her own long, mournful cry to the Ja-Gaar's bestial howls. Below her, balanced on its many-tiered mountain ledge, Stone Borderlay dark and brooding. There was no point in alerting Kwenn—and byextension the rest of the Khagggun— that Werrrent could be tracked using his okummmon; that was sureto create a furor he did not want.
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