I thought of bold Four. How, if she were here, she’d already be naked, and the other Diviners would inevitably follow, Two grumbling, Three and Five half-timid, half-excited, and One sighing as she held her arm out to me. “Come on,” she’d say. “Someone has to mind them.” Loneliness touched everything. And the aching beauty of the peaks, the pools, the incomparable night sky, made it so much worse.
I really hope the diviners have just been in stasis so where in Aisling this whole time.
