Mist's Edge (The Broken Lands #2) - T.A. White Page 0,55

worse or get himself hurt, Shea took the time to study the other man. His face was set in a belligerent expression, but she couldn’t tell if that was a cover for fear or whether he’d come here specifically to start something. Knowing the Trateri, it could be either.

She gave him the benefit of the doubt and attributed some of his hostility to fear of the unknown and the rest to having to turn to his enemy for answers. Fear was difficult to gauge. Everyone reacted to it differently. Some took it in stride, using it as an opportunity to rise to the challenge and meet it head on. Shea had seen people pull together when faced with what seemed to be insurmountable odds and overcome them. Others, when faced with fear of the unknown, became their most base selves, committing atrocities previously at odds with their core beliefs. These were the people who would sacrifice everything—including pieces of themselves and others—to survive just one more day or even an hour longer. Their fear was a wind that fanned the flame of destruction, both in themselves and what they once loved.

Perhaps it was the cynic in her or just that she was unlucky, but Shea had considerably more experience with the second reaction, having seen it time and again.

How to address this? The easy answer would be to reveal she was the Telroi of the Hawkvale. She was actually surprised that the men with her or Daere hadn’t already disclosed that little secret. She was grateful for their restraint. If she was to make a place here, to lead as Braden had said, she needed to make her own way, build respect on her own. The respect Fallon had built would only extend so far.

Shea gave an internal sigh. It seemed no matter how far she’d come, or what she did, she always came back to having to prove herself, to demonstrating she wasn’t just some throwaway with air in her head or an insignificant woman wanting a seat at the men’s table.

“The first time I walked into the mist, I was six. My mother thought early exposure would help me overcome it when it was time.”

There was a murmur among those gathered at Shea’s words. Daere’s gaze jumped to Shea’s face. Braden looked thoughtful at the revelation.

“The second time I was twelve and during my apprenticeship as a pathfinder. I’ve walked through the mist and come out the other side more times than I have fingers on my hands.” Shea let that sink into their minds, noting that the stranger seemed watchful now, as if he was weighing her words and looking for loopholes. “Treat the mist as you would a beast. It is mysterious, and dangerous, and beautiful. It will make you lose your way if it can, never to walk this world again. Be vigilant. Be brave.”

“If we can’t run, what should we do?” the question came from the mountain of a man in front, the one who had threatened the stranger.

Shea was quiet as she thought. She’d been truthful with Fallon when she said it was impossible for her to teach them how to walk in the mist. That would offer little comfort to these men who risked their lives every time they set foot outside the camp’s perimeter. She needed to give them something to hold onto, no matter how small. Something that would offer some protection, even if it wasn’t much.

“Carry rope on you at all times. Your biggest challenge in the mist is getting lost. It’s easy to get separated. If you can, gather your people and have them hold onto the rope. It’ll at least give you a chance.”

As Shea spoke, she saw that several of those present began to write—their faces as attentive and intense as they had been when they listened to Charles. It made Shea uneasy to know they were giving her words such weight. She hoped she didn’t fail them by offering useless advice.

“There are many things that are still unknown about the mist even in the Highlands where it is a constant threat.” She rubbed her hands together as she thought. “This may just be observation and hypothesis. Not everything is proven. What I can tell you is that the mist has limitations. Most of the time it seems to avoid large populations of life, leaving it alone or barely skirting along the edges. Its effects are greatly mitigated where there are large settlements. You have more