Book Seven: Chapter 86

No, that wasn’t quite correct. On further inspection, they were women with insect-like features. Leaning in for a closer look, Ingrid realized she was staring at a couple of fairies.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she muttered. “How are you going to get fairies to help out? They’re notoriously unrelia--ow!” The blue fairy had picked up a small rock and thrown it, hitting Ingrid just below the eye.

“Mike has one with him,” Ratu explained as she snatched up the blue fairy. “And they are quite good at finding each other if they ever want to be fed again.”

The green fairy let out a nervous laugh as her sister squeezed out from between Ratu’s fingers and nodded her assent. Both fairies moved closer to the flames, and Ratu tossed some of the dried roots in, which started burning after a couple of minutes. The naga yawned and slumped in place, her eyes narrowing to slits as sleep came for her.

“I can keep watch,” Ingrid volunteered. “I’m not tired.”

“Good,”