She was looking at a label. Tiny letters in the midst of a blank expanse. Written in flat black ink devoid of the telltale shimmer of resonance crystal dust: ‘Desolate Isles’.
Her hearing recovered next—sniggering, to starboard—then it was another heartbeat or two before the rest of her mental faculties caught up and informed her that she’d been flapping her arms while gawking at that blank space on the map, to the great delight and amusement of Nheras and No-sleeves (and, she realized with a little sting of betrayal, Elaram), and the great mortification of Ghardon, who had been trying to get her to sit her ass down since the senior mages had concluded their silent conference and were now conferring aloud which meant the briefing was about to begin.
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Part I of Supplicant (Resonance Crystal Legacy, Book 2)