Kieran had convinced the girls that Love the kitten, who had a terrible aversion to magic, would be miserable living in the Fading Lands or staying with them so close to the powerful magic of the Mists. They'd reluctantly agreed to leave Love behind in Celieria City in the care of Gaspare Fellows, Queen Annoura's Master of Graces.

Rain smiled. "A new kitten? I imagine Kieran and Kiel can arrange that. Perhaps one for each of you, hmm?"

Lillis strangled him with more hugs, then leapt out of his arms so she and her twin could run tell Kiel and Kieran they were going flying again, and that Rain had said they could have new kittens.

Ellie shook her head and watched them go. "One day you will have to learn the fine line between loving adoration and slavish devotion."

He pressed a kiss on her palm. "Let me give them what gifts and freedoms I can. Their lives will soon have restriction enough. Teleos!" Rain lifted a hand to the Fey-eyed Celierian great lord, Devron Teleos, who stood beside the truemates Marissya and Dax v'En Solande, staring in silence at the place that was to be the Baristani family's new home. "How long has it been since you've been to the Garreval?"

Teleos's mouth drew down in a grimace. "I've made a point of visiting all my holdings at least once every year, but as you see, there's not much to draw me here."

Below, on the lower slopes of the Rhakis mountains, the remains of a once-great fortress rose from the tumbled rubble of silvery blue stone: Teleon, the former family seat of House Teleos. Even after a thousand years, its once-fabled beauty still lay shattered and abandoned, its Fey-spun towers and parapets crumbled, the remains covered in lichen and mosses and crowded with tufts of cliffgrass. A small stone outpost—crudely built and clearly mortal in origin—had been constructed atop a small hill at the base of the mountain, not far from the remains of what had once been a glorious gate into the walled city-fortress. Smoke curled up from a vent hole in the outpost's small central hall.

Ellysetta tried to hide her dismay. This was her family's new home?

As if hearing her thoughts, Lord Teleos said, "I feel a poor host for offering my guests so rude an accommodation." The Celierian great lord, a descendant of Rain's long-dead friend Shanis Teleos, eyed the remains of his once-great family estate with grim eyes. "Rain, are you sure the Feyreisa's family would not be better served in one of my more respectable holdings?"

Rain smiled and shook his head, his straight, silky black hair sliding over his black-leather-clad shoulders. "Nei, this is perfect for our needs."

"This was a place of great beauty once," Lord Teleos said in a sorrowful voice. In the days before the raising of the Mists, his family had been close friends of the Fey, and the many Fey ancestors in his family tree had left Devron and all his forebears stamped with Fey eyes, a glow to their skin, and life spans much longer than those of pure mortals. Teleon, which had once been an estate of inestimable beauty, had been a gift from the Fey to their friends and kin in House Teleos.

"Aiyah, it was," Marissya agreed. "I remember the terraced gardens with all their fountains. It reminded me of Dharsa."

Lord Teleos regarded the ruins of his family estate with somber eyes. "I always wished my ancestors had repaired it once the poison of the Wars was cleansed, but perhaps it's best they never did. Mortal hands could never have done Teleon justice." He sighed. "Some things, once lost, are better left in the past."

Rain made a sound in his throat that sounded like something torn between a growl and a laugh. "And some things deserve to live again." His eyes crinkled at the edges. "You did say we could make it habitable, Dev."

Teleos's brows drew together. "You mean to restore Teleon?"

"Aiyah te nei," Yes and no. And on that mysterious note, Rain smiled and said, "Come. I think you will find you are not so poor a host as you fear."

Brimming with curiosity, Marissya, Dax, Teleos, and Ellysetta followed Rain as he led them the final half mile to the foot of the mountains.

Near the gate of the small outpost, and stationed along its outer wall, two dozen armored Celierian soldiers stood at attention. To a man, they sported snarling tairen's-head helmets and white tabards edged with scarlet and emblazoned with the arms of House Teleos: a golden tairen rampant on a white field with a rising red sun. Pennants of white, scarlet, and gold fluttered in the breeze.

They passed through the open gate, but when Lord Teleos would have headed for the main hall in the center, Rain stopped him. "Nei, Dev, not that way."

Bel ran up just as the small party rounded the corner of the hall and started towards the back wall. Ellysetta turned to greet him, only to find him frowning up at the mountain towering over the back wall of the outpost. The shimmering radiance of the Mists was very bright, like a shadow made of light rather than darkness. Though mortal eyes would not see it, the whole mountainside glowed with undulating bands of magic.

Rain turned to cast a glance over his shoulder and smiled at Bel's perplexed look. The rear stone wall of the outpost lay before him. Rain took another step. The air around him rippled like water in a pond.

With one more stride, Rain passed through the wall and disappeared from view.

"Spit and scorch me," Dev breathed. He glanced at Marissya and Dax, then charged after Rain, plunging headfirst into what seemed like solid stone. The air rippled again, and Lord Teleos vanished too.

"Spirit weave," Kiel said, his eyes sweeping over the mountainside. There was no sign of Rain or Lord Teleos, only the rear wall of the outpost and, beyond that, the tumbled remains of Teleon scattered across the mountainside, tufts of cliff grass and stands of hardy mountain trees waving in the breeze.