Chapter 72. Things Unknown

CYRAN

“So you can fly?”

The incredulity in his voice almost makes me laugh. As if the impossibilities of the last few days have not been enough.

“No, Quain, no one can fly any more than hates can sing,” I say calmly, as Saelyna lifts herself up from my arms, her face turning a light shade of red. She rubs her forehead, staring at the ashes once more but with a sorrowful look and not with rage.

“I’m sorry,” Fareedah says, offering her a hand.

Saelyna takes it, pulling herself to her feet. “Don’t be. It is not your fault.”

Her eyes widen suddenly, and she dashes to the debris, and begins glancing and searching about for something. It takes me a while to figure it has to be one of two things.

“Be at ease, Sae, Camille took care of Ima. If she was burnt along with the house, we’d have known. Panther bones do not wither,” Quain calls.

“Very droll, Quain!” I call back.

“Who would do this?” Fareedah says, picking up a charred plan