Anne Bishop - Belladonna

Lee nodded.

“We should burn it.”

Lee shook his head. “Not yet. I’d like Mother and Glorianna to see it first. Maybe I reacted so oddly to it because my ‘translation’ of the magic wasn’t correct. Sometimes a Bridge touches a place with opposing needs. The two landscapes will not resonate with each other enough for a bridge to be created that will connect them. But someone in those landscapes is sending out a heart wish that is so strong that I’m picking it up as a need to create a connection, but I can’t pick up a sense of place.”

“What do you usually do when that happens?”

“Create a resonating bridge.” Lee picked up the tail of hair. Nothing but a little tingle now. Enough that he would probably recognize the resonance of the person’s heart. He looked at the paths, then at the hair. “Three choices,” Lee said. “Three chances?”

Sebastian studied the paths and swore softly. “For good or ill, this was aimed at someone in the family.”

“Yes. So let’s see what Mother can tell us about it.”

Having decided that much, Lee headed down the path that would lead to his mother’s house. Sebastian fell into step beside him.

“Does Ephemera usually bring you tokens like that?” Sebastian asked.

“No. So there’s no point in the incubi asking me to send lovelocks to whomever they’re currently entertaining as dream lovers.” Lee glanced at his cousin and decided that whatever Sebastian was chewing over probably didn’t concern the incubi. “Anything else you want to know?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian said after a moment. “What does ‘don’t be a collie’ mean?”

Lee just grinned.

Glorianna opened the kitchen door of Nadia’s house enough to poke her head inside. “Anyone flying around in here?”

“No,” Nadia replied. “The birds are all in their room.”

Glorianna pushed the door open and entered the kitchen. “Yoshani came with me. Something happened that…”

Nerves. Tension. Eyes full of questions as her entire family turned away from whatever was on the kitchen table and looked at her. And something else in the room—a resonance that made her breath catch.

As Yoshani came in behind her, his greeting silenced before it began, she looked at Lee. He hesitated, then shifted to one side, giving her a look at the table.

Guardians and Guides. She could feel the air around her as she took the few steps that brought her to the kitchen table, could feel the currents of power that made Ephemera an ever-changing world. For a few heartbeats, the entire world consisted of a tail of light brown hair lying on a towel spread over the table. “Where did you get that?”

“Found it near the boulder where the path branches,” Lee replied.

Glorianna set her hands on the towel, her fingers not quite touching the hair. The same resonance as the hair that had been wrapped around the two plants. This came from the sorceress who lived in Raven’s Hill. But…how?

She heard voices murmuring around her, asking questions or, in Sebastian’s case, demanding answers. Heard Yoshani answering. But it was all sound, like the rustle of leaves or rock hitting rock. Right now, the only messages she could hear came from a distant heart.

So much pain in that heart, so much longing, so much need. And anger in the hands that had sawed through the hair. But there was also strength in that heart.

How did this get here? Those women on the island didn’t come from this part of Ephemera. So what does this girl want so badly that her need caused Ephemera to bring shorn hair from wherever it had been dropped to a place where it would be found by someone in my family?

“Do any of you know where Elandar is, or where to find a village called Raven’s Hill?” she asked, finally looking up at the people around her.

Head shakes from everyone.

“I can ask around the Den,” Sebastian said.

“One of Mother’s landscapes is a village on the coast,” Lee said. “I could go there, ask around.”

As he spoke, Glorianna could have sworn a shadow fell across the table even though no one had moved.

“No,” she said, taking a step back from the table. “We need to stay close right now—and we need to find this Raven’s Hill.”

“When I return to my part of Sanctuary, I will ask the scholars if they have any knowledge of Elandar or the White Isle,” Yoshani said. “They may even have a map that would show its location.”

Glorianna nodded, although she wasn’t sure what use a map would be—unless she discovered that she or Nadia already had a landscape in that part of the world. Even then, it wasn’t as if they would have to travel to get there. Any place that resonated with their hearts was no farther away than the step between here and there.

Lynnea touched the edge of the towel. “Do we really need to find the place?” She squirmed when they all looked at her, but her blue eyes met Glorianna’s green ones. “It just seems this is really about finding the person.”

“Agreed,” Glorianna said. And about finding her before the Eater of the World does.

“So this is about a heart wish, isn’t it?” Lynnea glanced at Nadia, who tipped her head in a way that indicated she wasn’t ready to comment yet. “I read a story last week about a girl who doesn’t know who she really is, and the people in the village where she lives don’t like her because she’s different. Her journey is full of hardships, but in the end, s-she finds her own people. She f-finds the place where she belongs.”

Glorianna’s heart felt a tender tug and ache as she watched Sebastian wrap his arms around Lynnea, loving and protective.

“You shouldn’t read stories that upset you,” he said, kissing Lynnea’s forehead.

“No, it was a lovely story.” Sheltered in Sebastian’s arms, Lynnea looked at Glorianna. “I think this girl doesn’t know who she is. They called her a sor—” She looked at Yoshani.

“Sorceress,” he said.

Lynnea nodded. “Sorceress. So the people in her landscape have already decided that she’s a bad person instead of seeing who she really is.”

Like me, Glorianna thought, remembering the way the Landscapers and Bridges who had reached Sanctuary had looked at her.

“If she’s a Landscaper and her heart wish is to find her own kind…,” Lee said.

“Ephemera opened an access point, but she didn’t recognize it as a way to cross over to another landscape,” Glorianna said, finishing the thought.

“So this time, Ephemera took what the girl had discarded and brought it to us,” Nadia said softly.

“She can’t find you in order to fulfill her heart wish,” Lynnea said, “but you can find her.”

Can we? Glorianna wondered. Another Landscaper. Someone who didn’t know that she, Glorianna, had been considered a rogue all these years. Someone who had access to another part of the world.

A part now under attack by the Eater of the World.

A different understanding of the world. A different base of knowledge. Maybe even a clue about how to fit the shattered pieces of their world back together. Assuming it would be safe someday to put those shattered pieces back together.

“Mother, I’ll need your kitchen shears,” Glorianna said.

While Nadia fetched the shears, Glorianna untied the blue ribbon and divided the tail of hair into two pieces. “Since Lee and I are the ones who would recognize this resonance, I think we should both have a piece of hair.”

“I don’t feel anything now,” Lee said. “Bringing it to the house seems to have fulfilled the need.”

She wasn’t feeling anything from the hair either now, but Ephemera had brought it here, as the world had brought her the bowl-shaped stone and silver cuff bracelet.