Dragoncrest Cliffs There's always thunder in August

All children were compelled to believe their parents. Sobo, too, wanted to believe that Rosalyn was telling the truth. He let his shoulders relax a little and followed close by her hip, relieved to be leaving the Sound behind. It was just too eerie for him to want anything to do with it right now.

Still. As much as he wanted to believe, he was getting too old to lie to himself. The confusion he had witnessed was real, as was the reference to a witch who had been dead for years now. Something was up with Rosalyn and Sobo didn't know how long he would be able to keep it to himself. If only Mireille were here right now... She always knew what to do and what to say.

Sobo couldn't bring himself to ask about searching for Mireille again or say much of anything at all. His stomach felt like a pit of writhing eels, and every time he glanced up at Rosalyn, he wondered if she was still there with him or somewhere else entirely.