"Seravine! Where are you, woman?!" Caspian half-growled, half-whispered, ducking beneath a low-hanging branch and promptly getting smacked in the face by a wet fern. He spat out a leaf and kept going, muttering to himself as he searched for any sign of her mana.
She wasn't exactly hiding—but she wasn't exactly making herself easy to find either.
Caspian narrowed his eyes. That was what bothered him.
She was a master at concealment. If she truly wanted to vanish, she could. But now… it felt like she was leaving breadcrumbs. Faint ones. Like she wanted him to find her, but only if he really tried.
Which he was. Unfortunately.
He stumbled over a root, nearly fell into a ditch, cursed loudly, and then—finally—sensed her.
