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They weren’t going to make it.
Even with Fly, even with Dimension Door, they weren’t fast enough. If Vodrik was crying out for help, it was probably already too late.
But that wasn’t what happened. Passing through that door, everything changed: it was nearly twenty years in the blink of an eye. Zana had an estranged sister; Vodrik had adopted a daughter; Sparrow and Vodrik had become the best friends of any of them; and over them all, cutting through the confusion, towered the androsphynx.
After all that, they had reached the top. The journey was over. What did they want? Clearly, honestly? Everything?
A thread of desire rose in Zarria, thin and frail. If this sphynx had some measure of control over time, maybe, maybe, he might know who left her, crying and alone in that inn all those years ago? She had had no luck in Malart last time, and they were so far from Sef and the coast this time, she hadn’t even thought it worthwhile to ask any of the villagers. But, if he was their guardian, if he had the magic to turn time into a suggestion...
No.
Koroviev had been allowed to speak for the whole of them, always a mistake. She doubted they even realized how selfish they really were; for all the faults they claimed and apologies they made, when it came down to it, they acted the same. Their demands left room for no one else. Not even Elora’s meager ask was granted.
It didn’t matter. Stuck up on this mountain, the chances were so slim that he would know anyway. They got the boon they came for, and that was all that was important.