The girl lowered the spear and straightened from her aggressive stance, letting the weapon dangle carelessly from her hand. “Not a toilet no more,” she said with a shrug. “Still a strange place for a snooze.”
She jerked her chin in the direction of the stone wall directly behind Veronyka. She hesitated a moment, wary of the girl’s weapon, before turning. The bit of wall behind her had a face carved into it, just barely visible beneath climbing vines and decades of dirt. Veronyka had noted it during her desperate search of the ruins but hadn’t paid much attention to the details. Now she saw that it was a woman’s face, upturned, and in her arms was a round bowl. It was a water deity, Veronyka suspected—they were usually depicted carrying bowls, jugs, and other vessels that held liquid. The inscription was obliterated, but bits of colored glass protruded from the dirt beneath Veronyka’s hands, suggesting the kind of tiled floors common in bathhouses. It must have been a part of the outpost complex.
Turning back around, Veronyka stood. The girl was a head shorter than Veronyka, dirty and thin, and her cool sand-colored skin was freckled on her cheeks and bare shoulders from too much time in the sun. She’d clearly made her own spear, the shaft a knotted branch that wasn’t quite straight and the obsidian tip fastened with a length of oiled leather rope. Still, it looked sharp.
“Won’t hurt you,” the girl said, smirking in amusement, as if Veronyka were being suspicious and overcautious—and hadn’t just been awoken with that very weapon pressed to her throat. The bird in the girl’s hair twittered, and she nodded, as if reminded of something.
“What’s your name?” the girl asked.
Veronyka hesitated, fearing that the word alone would somehow draw Val down upon her. “Veronyka,” she whispered.
The girl pointed at herself. “Sparrow, and this is Chirp.”
The bird chirped obligingly, and Veronyka knew her suspicion that Sparrow was an animage was true. It wasn’t uncommon for animages to have loyal pets, almost as near and dear to them as Riders and their phoenixes but without the magical bond.
Veronyka held a hand out to her in greeting. The girl continued to stare somewhere slightly off to Veronyka’s left, until the silence caused her to frown. She blinked, tilted her head, then Chirp dislodged himself from her hair and fluttered onto Veronyka’s outstretched arm.
Sparrow’s frown smoothed out, and she took Veronyka’s hand.
She can’t see, Veronyka realized, as Chirp hopped up Veronyka’s arm to land on her shoulder, his black eyes gleaming as he studied her. The sparrow must act as her guide, much in the same way Veronyka used owls and other night creatures to help her see in the darkness.
Tentatively, Veronyka reached out to Chirp. Before she’d more than brushed the bird’s mind, Sparrow gasped in pleasure.
“You’re an animage!” she said, cheeks flushing with delight. Chirp left Veronyka’s shoulder and took up a perch on Sparrow’s instead. They cocked their heads at Veronyka in unison before Sparrow scanned the area around them—not with her eyes, with her magic. “But you’re alone.”
Val had never let Veronyka keep a pet. Even the creatures that helped her every now and again suffered her sister’s scorn and contempt. Only a phoenix was worthy of them, Val would say, and animages who kept cats and dogs by their sides deluded themselves with a pale imitation of what a true bond was.
Veronyka nodded in response to Sparrow’s observation, then, remembering that the girl couldn’t see, added, “Yes, I’m alone.” The words caused Veronyka’s throat to tighten. Barely a day had passed, and she’d lost both a bondmate and a sister. Xephyra’s loss was like a fresh knife wound, raw and stinging, but she refused to feel hurt over Val. Her sister had chosen this schism. She had willingly destroyed the most precious thing in Veronyka’s world, ruthlessly and without remorse. “For now,” she added.
“For now,” Sparrow repeated, nodding, as if Veronyka’s words were the highest wisdom. “Sometimes we have to be alone. But not always. And look, now you’re with me. Not alone no more.”
Veronyka expelled a breath, relieved that the tension of this confrontation had defused. She looked around the clearing again, a frown creasing her forehead. Did Val know this place was in ruins? Had she deliberately sent Veronyka here or lied about where she actually intended to go to make sure Veronyka couldn’t follow?
“Sparrow, I—” Before Veronyka could finish, the girl