Chapter 6Two hours later, Talis was more tired, hadn’t found a thing, and wanted a second savory pie. Or a seventh.
He’d been gradually crossing the barge, trying to reach out, trying to stretch all his perceptions into the question: is there a threat to me, if I stand here? If I move there? Should I be here, tomorrow? He only had muddied murky answers. The question required foresight, prophecy, skills he’d not mastered in two years of attempted training or at any time before then. He wasn’t powerful enough to outright pull and tug at the right strings of light, and he didn’t know how to command a future.
If he really were some sort of long-descended by-blow of a bit of wild magic, he ought to be better at that. Stepping into the web of creation. Speaking to it with joy. A legend would’v
