Two Worlds into One

He had to grin as his young cousin materialized from the fog, clearly having practiced for most of the day with her father. A glance over his shoulder showed him Aurielle had managed the effect very well, judging by Sterling’s expression. “Don’t worry, she’s real.”

His tone was joking, a soft laugh underneath the words as he pulled steadily onward. It would take an hour or two to get through the Moor with his travois-borne patient, but he paused as he spotted a plant he needed and smiled. It was a common plant in this area of Celestial, and he bent to nip a few stems and fronds in passing.

He tucked those under the hides over his back and continued through the moor, humming a Nomad song under his breath, pausing occasionally to gather a plant.