She screeched in surprise when her ladder thumped against its supporting branch. Leaves rustled and parted, revealing Silhara’s sharp, dusty features. His eyes were wide with astonished horror. He’d climbed her tree and balanced on a thick limb just below her. His height put him at eye-level with her, and she blushed at the appalled look on his face. “What in Bursin’s holy name is that?” he snarled.
