Veline smiled as if I’d caught her.
Which I did.
“Clever Dear, aren’t you?”
It seems rather common sense to me.
“Common sense isn’t that common, I fear.” She said dryly in answer to my unspoken comment. “But what is obvious is that you were in a state of hypnosis, able to be swayed by spirit and by your own energy. And all of that, led you here.”
I frowned at her.
“To this sacred place.”
She gestured around us. To the strange flat rocks forming the clearing here. And the odd green of the grass. The vibrant wildflowers seemed to form a perfect frame around the circle as if somehow, they could make a barrier, people couldn’t cross.
But I had.
“What is this place?”
“Now that, My Dear,” She lifted a pointed finger. “Is the correct question.”
“It’s called The Mending Vale.
