Noctisardor Bypass The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it.

Each question posed to mother was answered swiftly and in good humor; Indra thought, 'she is so smart! The smartest!' And the questions kept flowing, or would have, had Laurel not paused on the last.

Taking this as a sign she had been stumped, Indra smiled innocently and enjoyed the brief flare of satisfaction this wrought. It's cold mummy! I don't like it. Oblivious to the deeper query that now affected Laurel.

Rivenwood was cold in more ways than winter could explain; maybe Indra had picked up on that, and the absence of the other older children, without realizing.

Why is everything hard? Why does the air taste funny? Why can't we stay warm at home instead. by home she meant the den, which both kids were quickly outgrowing.