"Or not." And then Leegaain.
"Definitely not." At a wave of Baba Yaga's hand, the chicken legs bent in a sitting position and disappeared under the hut's floor. "Come out, sweetie."
Dawn stepped through the door while carrying Kelia who was still a sobbing mess. She clung to the Horseman with all her strength, touching the white crystal emerging from Dawn's chest like a lost parent.
"You!" Nalrond snarled, assuming his full bestial form and growing in size.
"Me." The Horseman glared at him with spite. "I'd gladly kick your ass and teach you another lesson in Light Mastery, but I have more important things to worry about than arguing with you. Can't you see she's hurt?"
It was the first time Nalrond met Kelia so even after looking at her with Life Vision, he found nothing out of the ordinary. Friya and the others, however, could tell that even though her magical aura had grown since their time in Jiera, Keila felt diminished.
