What? Both of them looked around, as if… As if they could suddenly hear. “You can sense the pulses too? How? I didn’t feed you any paste. You didn’t even drink any of the blood water. Why can you…” It was him. He and the birds were bonded. All their lives, the Aviar had given their talents to their human companions. Sak, glimpses of the future, morbidly depicted. Rokke, the gift of invisibility, hiding others from the senses of predators. Dusk had never imagined that one day, he’d have something to give back. It seemed he had a talent of his own: the ability to find the way home.
