The Heartwood Tréximo

Alright, he conceded.

Sorcha was right, anyway. The faster they were to handle their family business, the faster they could return to the forest and set out on their own. Antigone did not know how far she would need to travel. He thought of the familiar borders of Epoch with a gnawing sense of anxiety.

I’ll see you here in three days.

The boy’s dark blue eyes traced the peach highlights of her coat before he aimed himself for the mountains and began the trek home.