“There you are!” Jasela said.
Myril looked at her questioningly.
“In the tower,” Iola whispered. She couldn’t tell even Myril the rest, couldn’t tell her that now she understood, now she knew why Myril didn’t want to go to the dragons and why Jasela couldn’t want to fly again. She even understood why Ganie had chosen to leave the temple, although the dragons had wanted her for something, too. They wanted Iola – not as much as she wanted them, but enough, enough that they would take her to that other realm. And they might not return her to the surface of the earth, but that was always the case, she had known that for a long time, hadn’t she? For her, to go would be enough, with or without the return.
The Most Blessed One and her attendants stepped out into the sanctuary. Priestesses and
