guidance

At times, she can pretend the lines, and the orb they come from, aren’t there. Since they’ve arrived in the city, he’s been wearing a cloak around his shoulders to ward off the chill that seems to come from the water, especially in the early mornings when a fog sits on the surface of the river, rolling along with the softly moving streams. The cloak is clasped around his neck with a pin they found somewhere. It covers the wispy evidence of his folly. She can only see the lines along his cheek if he looks directly at her. And recently, he’s been looking up, toward the city, and the decorated domes of the wizard shop they’re slowly making their way towards. Shadowheart isn’t sure what they’ll find. But Gale seems to be. Shadowheart casts guidance.