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Chapter 2

"Do you hear the song, Mommy?" Taenya asked.

Saffine smiled at her young daughter, watching her dance and twirl with her
little arms out toward the sky. There was no song that Saffine could hear,
only the wind across the plains and the distant cawing of a crow. But she
loved her daugher's imagination. Her husband, Ranmorn, and she worked on
replacing a broken spoke on their wagon on the road between Galadon and
Tir-Talath. Painted on the side of the wagon in bright colors was "Ne'riralae
Deliveries." They took supplies from their home in Galadon to the outlying
towns and farms, returning piled high with trade goods.

Finishing with the repairs, they called to Taenya come along. The little girl
bounded over to the wagon, waving goodbye to some unseen friend. Her father
smiled down at her and ruffled her hair. Had anyone been looking down from a
bird's-eye-view as the wagon resumed its journey toward the city, they would
have seen that the plains where the family had stopped was just a little
greener than the surrounding land.