by Loren Walker
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Your flight today is on the latest in travel transports, with modern enhancements for speed and fluidity through experimental photon rockets... So read the information card in the seat. Still, just like Theron’s house in the cliffs, the commercial vessel was glittering, but cold and overlaid with the smell of sterilization. Phaira kept her head low. Her foot slid over to touch the longblade stored at her feet.
Outside, the landscape grew flatter and full of red, green and browns. She had changed worlds in less than an hour. Now she stood on solid ground, waiting for the shuttle that would take her across the Midland border.
To hike out to the Communia, she reminded herself. To ask for the mercy of Yann. This is not going to be fun.
Using the new Lissome, Phaira sent a message to her brothers, explaining her choice to seek training by Sydel’s elder. She promised to check in again shortly with her status, as well as ascertain theirs.
Then she added to her message to Renzo: “Stay close to Anandi. Stay out of sight. Find whatever information you can find on Huma, Ekos, any of them. Whatever it takes.
“We’re going after Sydel.”