16 We sailed back, but the sun had set a half hour before and torches lit up the encampment. A bright light in the open field beside the forest flared up at our coming. “I think that’s a signal that we’re in trouble,” Caius mused as he flew us over there. Sage eyed us with more than a touch of irritation as we landed in the grass in front of him. He held up his palm and lit his way with his magic. “You two were gone for quite a while.” “He showed me the snow,” I admitted. Sage arched an eyebrow and his suspicious gaze fell on the dragon. “Did he?” Caius grinned and bowed his head. “I just thought she’d like to see some of the sights around here.” “I’m sure you did. . .” Sage murmured as he half-turned away from us and toward the center of the festival grounds. “But while you t