She'd lost the trail. A steady stream of softly-spoken curses issued from Sharalae's mouth as she crouched on the river bank in the dark. Full night was upon her and a shroud of blackness lay heavily on the surrounding woods, otherwise she would never have dared to approach the river before her.
Gazing across, she stared at the woods of the Siavaedi homeland of Kyonin. She dared not trespass there. She was taking a great risk being on this side of the bank as it was, but she wanted to be sure her quarry had crossed, and they had.
Sighing, she melted back into the woods on the near side of the river and made her way along its bank downstream, pondering the situation. The strange group that she followed was beyond her reach, but did they still have the item? So far to her knowledge they had escaped two botched attempts by her former people to deprive them of it. She smirked, not displeased. For lesser beings, they were proving to be quite capable and resourceful. She fervently hoped both Sinafae and Raelona were both pulling their beautifully long and luxurious hair out in frustration.
But what to do? How to pick up the trail again? If they had the item and left it in Kyonin, there was little she could do, but that also meant there was little Raelona or her elder sister could do. She started to smile, then stopped. Or did it? Sharalae shook her head. Sinafae Sha'nul's power and influence did not stretch so far she would dare invade the Siavaedi's home ground.
She would have to try to pick up the trail again. Slipping a slender ebon hand into a leather pouch at her waist, Sharalae withdrew one of the many coins within with delicate fingers, staring at the scarab stamp on one side and the pyramid stamp on the other. Wherever you came from, she thought, is where I need to go.
To be continued...
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