They flew off, Karla loading them down with warming spells as they sailed through the upper atmosphere. Askavi was further south than Glacia and correspondingly warmer, but it was still winter and the upper reaches of the sky had plenty of bite to it.

"She had to sell Skye," Karla said sadly. "I wish I knew what had happened. I had a journeymaid Healer looking in on them because of the war, but I never went back. Oh, Warren, whatever happened is all my fault."