the woman nodded.

'i name you t'riss.'

cocking her head, the woman smiled. 'i am "born of the sea".'

'will you walk, or ride with me?'

'the beast you are on seems useful. i shall have one too.' she turned then and seemed to fix her attention on the high grasses off to her left.

sudden motion from there, and faror made to unseat her lance as the black blades of grass buckled and twisted, drawing into vast knots. she heard roots being torn loose from the hard ground, heard thick snapping and something like the twisting of ropes. a creature was taking form before her eyes.

a horse of bound grass. it clambered upright as if pushed from the earth, shedding dust, massive as a destrier. the sockets of its eyes were gaping holes; the maw of its mouth was a mass of spiked blades. its own weight seemed to be vast, far greater than it should have been for a conjuration of grasses.

faror's own horse backed away in alarm and she struggled to control it.

t'riss had now turned to creating clothing from the grasses, the style seeking to mimic faror's own silks. she made no gestures as the black blades snaked up around her body, revealed no hint of power beyond her own will. this was god-like sorcery and it frightened faror to the core. now clothed in grasses woven sleek and strangely flowing, the woman conjured into being a lance of the same material, and then a belted sword, and finally faced faror once more. 'i am born of the sea. i travel with warden of the outer reach faror hend blood-bound to house durav, and we ride to kharkanas, where rules mother dark.' she waited a moment, brows slowly lifting.

faror nodded.

seemingly satisfied with that, t'riss strode to her strange mount and lithely leapt astride its back. she took hold of reins that seemed to grow out from the creature's cheeks, just behind the tuck of the mouth, and slipped her now-booted feet into twisted-rope stirrups. she looked across to faror. 'shall i break the path, warden faror hend?'

'if you would, thank you.'

'the same direction?'

'yes.'

'mother dark.' t'riss smiled. 'that is a nice title.'

the sun was settling on the western horizon as if melting into a pool of fire, and sharenas ankhadu knew she was probably alone among her companions in not welcoming its demise. her skin was of a quality that deepened most becomingly, rather than burned, and she could feel its glow on her face, neck and the backs of her hands where they rested on the saddle horn.

true, the heat had been savage, but sharenas delighted in that as well. she was not inured to cold as many of her kin seemed to be, and her memories of the northern campaigns against the jheleck were one and all unpleasant. her cohort had on occasion mocked her with extra furs and hoarded firewood when they camped, and more than a few had offered to share her bed, out of duty, they insisted.

there were rules in the legion, of course, prohibiting such dalliance with the enlisted soldiers, and that was but one of many such rules that sharenas had occasion to curse - even if only to herself. she had been young to take command of a cohort, but it was hardly surprising given the renown of her two elder kin. there had been legacies to live with, not all of them reputable.

as she rode now, in the company of other officers of the legion - including those since stripped of their rank and made inactive - she spared a thought for regret. neither infayen menand nor tathe lorat had elected to accompany this party; and sharenas knew that the others were left wondering what their absence signified. should they look to sharenas for answers - and she'd caught the occasional glance sent her way - they would be disappointed. that said, sharenas loved and admired both her sister and her cousin, and held them in great esteem, in which faith was strong. if sides must be chosen in the days to come, sharenas was certain that they would not hesitate in answering the summons.

for all that, she had to admit that she could not be fully confident of some of her companions on this venture, and with that thought her eyes tracked once more to the huge ex-soldier riding behind the vanguard of hunn raal and osserc. ilgast rend had accepted this invitation with reluctance, or so it was purported, and without question his mood was sour, unrelieved since their departure from neret sorr three days past. indeed, upon arriving on the outskirts of the settlement, his first words to hunn raal had been a pointed question: ' does urusander know of this? ' smiling, hunn raal had evaded the question. ilgast would have pressed if not for osserc's sudden claim that his father was not only aware of the pending journey, but approved of it.