[ She delivers the news fretfully, and with a tinge of shame. It is not proper for an Omen to lose track of her Sleeper. ]
I know where he should be. But he goes away from me. I do not know where. His body is outside, with the boy-wizard.
[ Sophia tucks herself in close once again, a huddled, nearly invisible passenger. She remembers the smell of horses, even if she's never scented one herself. There is something about the rock that does soothe her, a sense-memory not her own. She pulses the coordinates of her Sleeper's physical form to the other Omen. ]
When she was gone, in the other girl, where were you? Do you remember?
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[ She delivers the news fretfully, and with a tinge of shame. It is not proper for an Omen to lose track of her Sleeper. ]
I know where he should be. But he goes away from me. I do not know where. His body is outside, with the boy-wizard.
[ Sophia tucks herself in close once again, a huddled, nearly invisible passenger. She remembers the smell of horses, even if she's never scented one herself. There is something about the rock that does soothe her, a sense-memory not her own. She pulses the coordinates of her Sleeper's physical form to the other Omen. ]
When she was gone, in the other girl, where were you? Do you remember?