“Aretia’s first hatchling has chosen to emerge,” Tairn tells me, his tone clipped, considering the news. “We have hatchlings?” I grin. “Why don’t you seem happy about it?” “The hatchling’s choice transforms the valley back into a hatching ground. It changes the magic. Every channeling creature within a four-hour flight of the valley will know.” “That’s just us. We’re on the edge of about three hours away.”
