Safe

Gra'akast

Islana command of the Ozainae language was becoming better. She understood many of the words being spoken and could infer many of the questions being asked.

The two younger women in the camp went around the fire sharing what food they had. Bread, dates, a little dried meat and some green leaf tea quickly brewed at the fire.

She could tell the old woman was asking Madaya what Sept she was from. How long she had been travelling and where she had found the redheaded woman.

Despite the peace around the fire Islana felt her eyes on her. It was likely these people had never seen someone that looked like her before.

Madaya used her powers to fill everyone's cups with water and the other children gapped at the magik. The old woman had tears in here eyes. She knew she was in the presence of one penitent in the Pilgrimage of Bones. Maybe two.

Suddenly one of the man pointed at Islana. At the Skara sting in her belt.

"Where did you get that?" He asked.