Circle of Shadows (Circle of Shadows, #1)(50)
Fairy wanted to believe this reasoning. But how did they know something hugely bad hadn’t happened? What if a massive typhoon took out the entire southern part of Kichona, and that was why there weren’t any dragonflies coming in?
Oh gods, Spirit and Wolf could have drowned. She imagined them floating facedown among the wreckage of a typhoon, their bodies lifeless.
Broomstick almost crushed Fairy’s hand. He could feel her terror tremoring through their bond. “Whatever is going on in that head of yours, stop it. It’s not true.”
“But it could be.”
“There are an infinite number of possible outcomes. You can torture yourself imagining the worst, but it’s just as likely to be true as Spirit and Wolf being fine. They could be on their way back here right now. Think about that. Think about Spirit and Wolf’s victory as they ride into the Citadel with news about the south, before the navy gets us word.”
Fairy tried to smile. But she couldn’t.
Above them, Empress Aki sighed loudly. “I appreciate the speed at which the Society has mobilized to address this unidentified threat. However, I can’t help but think that we’re approaching this in the wrong way.”
“How do you mean?” Glass Lady asked. “We are doing what has worked for centuries, based on the Society’s experience protecting the kingdom from everything from coordinated pirate raids to full-scale foreign incursions.”
“Yes, but that’s my point. The attack on Isle of the Moon is like nothing we’ve ever seen before. In all those centuries of experience, have the taigas ever faced an adversary who wielded magic stronger than yours? Or have you faced another enemy with magic at all?”
The Council was quiet, seemingly taken by surprise by someone questioning their expertise.
A minute later, the commander recovered herself. “Your Majesty,” Glass Lady said, “we have succeeded in defending this island under all manner of conditions for ages. Despite the novelty of this situation, you do not need to worry. Our methods are proven. We will get to the bottom of this mysterious assault, and you will continue to rule this kingdom as your father and your ancestors have done before.”
“I feel as if I’m being talked down to because of my age.”
“Not at all!” Glass Lady rushed to say. “Your Majesty, we have the utmost respect for you. For gods’ sake, you prevailed in the Blood Rift when you were only fifteen. We have no doubt in your leadership. But what we are asking is that you also have faith in ours. Protecting Kichona is what the Society does. Believe me when I say that we are doing everything we should be. It is my job, and I will die before I watch anything—magical or not—threaten our kingdom.”
Empress Aki sighed again. “My patience is running thin, Commander. I feel like we’re having the same conversations over and over again. Therefore, I want you to start thinking about alternate approaches to what you’ve done in the past. In the meantime, keep me up to date if anything changes, and let me know as soon as the navy sends word on why we’ve no communications from the southern outposts.”
The meeting was over. The empress rose and left the room, with the councilmembers accompanying her out of the building.
Fairy stared at the underside of the floorboards. She was as frustrated with the Council’s lack of progress as the empress was.
“I know they have a way of doing things,” she said, “but why haven’t they found anything yet? It’s like they’re afraid to stray from their tracks, for fear of stumbling into an unknown they can’t handle.” Resigned, she laid her head down, her cheek pressed flat into the dirt.
But then she thought of Spirit and Wolf, out there, brave but alone, in the midst of the unknown.
Fairy lifted her head.
Broomstick looked at her expectantly.
“If Spirit were here, she’d come up with a plan,” Fairy said. “But since she’s not, we’ll have to do it ourselves.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Right now, nothing. But like Empress Aki said, she wants the taigas to start thinking differently. Maybe we can combine your knowledge of the inner workings of the Society with my talent for being in places I’m not supposed to be, and come up with something.”
Broomstick nodded slowly as he considered it. “Work hard, mischief harder, right?”
Fairy was able to muster a small smile now. “Yeah. Let’s mischief harder.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Sora was experimenting in the cargo hold again, now with a different sense. On the rooftop of the Kaede City command post, Prince Gin had described ryuu magic as emerald dust. What if, like real dust, it was something that could be touched?
Sora lifted her hand in front of her face and blew gently into the air.
Nothing happened.
She kept blowing.
Nothing.
More air.
Nothing.
More, more, more . . .
Sora was light-headed. She paused so the room would stop spinning.
Daemon hurried in. He was a little paler than usual, and his hair was mussed up. But there was also an electric sort of energy in the way he bounced around the hold, unable to stand still, kinetic and fully charged.
He stopped moving for half a moment to say, “I did it. I broke into Prince Gin’s quarters.” Daemon promptly resumed pacing again and told her what he’d discovered in the maps and notes upstairs.