Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

I think you might have a tick, Druid said sagely, like the facial kind, not the bloodsucking insect. You probably have some of those too but they don’t cause twitchiness as far as I know.

“Vhere do you think Heda has gone?”

It was Druid’s turn to make a strange face. It scrunched, her tail giving an idle flick.

She went to track a herd on the cuesta, she said, wondering if Heda hadn’t given these details to Anselm.

Why wouldn’t she tell him that? Or what if she had and Anselm didn’t think that’s where she’d really gone? Why would her sister lie? Druid resented the insinuation, though the query gave her pause. There were things Heda wasn’t telling her… but that was different from lying to her face. No, she refused to believe Heda would do that.