CHAPTER 19
Ever since he’d left, Seething Magma spent George’s waking hours monitoring his movements from the conservatory. Eluned had mounted a bell for her, in case news came in while no one else was in the room, and when Granite Cloud met George, she struck it sharply with the hardened end of a pseudopod.
She listened in on the conversation between Granite Cloud and George as the council members gathered, Cydifor the first in, as usual.
“What is it?” Eluned asked.
Seething Magma was becoming fluent in this strange hybrid method of communication. She plucked the dog collar and the gray fabric fragment from their spots and put them together on the table.
“George and Cloudie have met up?”
One knock.
“That’s wonderful! Where are they?”
Mag turned to a map of the upper end of the She
