CHAPTER 17
Seething Magma returned her attention to Eluned. She’d broken off to speak with George, raising a pseudopod like a hand to indicate a pause.
Here in the conservatory an entire end of the room had been given over to tables with impromptu symbols on them. Eluned and Ceridwen were working with Magma, ably assisted by Cydifor.
Seething Magma touched a pseudopod to the dog collar that represented George. She extended another one to the column of verb drawings Eluned had put together on a long strip of paper. She touched the side view of a mouth, and the symbol for past tense.
“George spoke?” Eluned ventured.
One knock.
“All is well?”
One knock.
“Any news?”
Two knocks.
Eluned waited politely, but Seething Magma stopped there. How could she relay the little joke to them using
