The Azish letting me stay as long as I wanted?” She shook her head. “I once pulled a guy out of prison, and he gave me five whole days in his den for free, and a nice handkerchief too. “That should’ve been good for a few days of freeloading,” she said. “Yeah, but why? They gave me too much stuff.” The one that would correct all the others, and explain which fork they had to use when they sat down to consume human souls. He must have been like … the Voidbringer all the other ones made fun of for wearing silly hats. He wasn’t so frightening, for a Voidbringer. “Escaped! The palace? Mistress, you were an honored guest of the emperor! You had everything you wanted, as much food, as much-” “Can’t we stop playing out here, please? We need to get back to Azimir!” And then something grew from the top: a face that formed out of vines, leaves, and gemstones. He wound around himself in a circle, like rope coiling, and formed a small tower of vines. He actually grew, leaving a long trail of vines behind him that would soon crystallize and decay into dust. When he moved, he didn’t wiggle like an eel. They jutted out unexpectedly, like toenails on a face. Except he had bits of crystal growing out of him along the vine’s length. His vine looked like the type fancy people would grow on their buildings to hide up parts that didn’t look rich enough. “Mistress,” Wyndle said, curling up to her. When a part of her was awesome, it didn’t rub on what it touched, it just kind of … glided. She’d cut her foot, but her awesomeness plugged up the hole, healing it plenty quick. It hit the ground with a shivering sound of leaves and branches. Reflexively, she made her face awesome-so she kept right on going, skidding on her cheek until she hit a tree. Lift’s foot flashed with pain and she tumbled in the air, then hit the stone ground face-first. The stupid rock held firm-it was held in place by little tufts of moss that grew on the ground and stuck to things like stones, holding them down as shelter against the wind. A small windspren, like a white ribbon in the air, started to follow her. She zipped along, wind pushing back her long black hair, tugging at the loose overshirt she wore atop her tighter brown undershirt, which was tucked into her loose-cuffed trousers. Grass startled all around her, curling as it yanked down into stone burrows. She slid as if on ice, whipping through the field. Suddenly, the ground didn’t rub against her at all. She Slicked the soles of her feet with it, and leaped into a skid. She drew on the stuff inside of her, the stuff that made her glow. “Mistress,” he pled, “can’t we please just go back?” He didn’t have a face at the moment, but could speak anyway. He took the shape of a vine, growing along the ground beside her at superfast speed, matching her pace. “Mistress!” Wyndle, her pet Voidbringer, called. But for once, Lift wasn’t in the mood to eat. Lift’s run startled a group of axehinds who had been grazing nearby the lean creatures leaped away on four legs with the two front claws pulled in close to the body. Afterward they’d pop back up, like a rude gesture made at the passing winds. In a storm, they’d fall over flat and just lie there. They had some official name, but everyone she knew called them drop-deads because of their springy roots. The occasional trees were tall and twisty, with trunks that looked like they were made of interwoven vines, and branches that pointed upward more than out. The place was overgrown with brown grass a foot or two high.
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