“Luck is a substance in the universe,” said Bess, gazing now at the bright flies. “It always favours someone else. I’m scared.”
“Tyle won’t get you here,” said Deep reassuringly.
“I’m scared of you,” she said definitely. She then turned to Sabienn, “I’m sensing you already have had a read on this.” Bess touched her locket. “You now know more about me than I know myself. My strength in life is that I knew nothing of my past. I’ve never had a stake in the ground. Be it Haydd, Deer or Turr. I’ve never been rooted to soil that’s told me I had to hate someone else. I’ve always been air. Moving above the ground.”
“I have had a read on your locket,” said Sabienn plainly. “But don’t blame Abel. He just wanted to talk to me about his plastic fish.”
“If you’re worried about being rooted to soil,
