“What made you go out there?” Zitora asked.

“I wanted to talk to Kade. Nodin said I should go before dark.”

A burst of chuckles escaped from the siblings. Raiden scowled at them. “Opal, you shouldn’t have listened to him. He was fooling with you.”

“I didn’t know it would be so slick.” I shivered. The weak sun floated on the sea, painting a bright ribbon of red light along the waterline.

“You three stop laughing.” He scolded the glassmakers. “If Kade hadn’t seen her, she would have drowned. Then no one would want to help us!”

They sobered in an instant.

“Sorry,” Nodin muttered before they shuffled away to check on the kiln.

“Now you know to avoid climbing on the rocks.” Zitora smoothed my hair from my face and wiped sand off my cheek. “You’re bleeding.”

Her finger traced a line of fire across my forehead. She repeated the gesture and the pain disappeared.

“You’ll have a slight scar, but it could have been worse. You need to wash and change into dry clothes. There’s a freshwater pond behind the stables. Let me know if you have any other injuries.” Her eyes promised to question me further. Probably when we were alone. She left with Raiden to retrieve our saddlebags.

Tal lingered. He kicked the sand. He peered past my shoulder then back to me. “Before you talk to Kade about what was so important, make sure you thank him first.”

I glanced behind me. Kade reached the beach with a light hop. He walked toward us. “Thank him?”

“For saving your life.”

“Ahh…My bubble of air.”

“A Stormdancer power.” Bitterness warped Tal’s words. He turned and hurried away.

I wanted to chase after Tal, especially when Kade drew closer, but I waited for him. Cold fingers of air stroked my wet body, raising goose bumps on my skin.

His wet tunic and pants clung to his muscular frame, but at least his angry scowl had turned into tired annoyance.

I braced for his lecture.

Instead he gave me a wry smile. “Don’t know why I was mad,” he said. “I’ve fished out so many clan members I’ve lost count. And I’m sure you weren’t warned to stay off the rocks. Not that it would change anything. No matter how many times you warn a person, he still has to climb out there just to see for himself.”

He sighed and gazed out to the horizon. The sea had turned a slate gray.

“At least I won’t have to fish you out tomorrow. I can save my energy for the storm.”

“A storm’s coming?”

“Yep. Nasty one, too. That’s why the waves are so greedy.”

He walked by, but I touched his arm. He jerked away as if stung.

“Thank you for fishing me out.”

He nodded and continued past.

“There was a reason I wanted to talk to you,” I said to his back.

He paused.

“I want to examine your orb.”

His shoulders stiffened. “Why?”

“To compare it to the new orbs.”

Kade made no reply as he strode away.

The simple state of being warm and dry felt wonderful. I wore tan-colored linen pants and a light orange tunic made of the same material. The nicest part of being a student at the Keep was being able to wear what we wanted on a daily basis. Formal occasions, though, either called for our official robes, or fancy dress.

In the main living cave, my brown leather boots steamed beside the campfire. I lounged as close to the heat as possible in a chair made of wood and canvas. The glassmakers, Tal, Raiden and Zitora ringed the fire, talking in low voices which echoed off the shale walls. Fish soup bubbled over the flames and my stomach growled loud enough for Zitora to pause and smile at me.

As we ate the tangy soup, Nodin and Indra discussed the kiln watch schedule and Zitora and Raiden talked about recent Council decisions. Each clan elected a member to represent them on the Sitian Council, which met at the Citadel. With the three Master Magicians, the Council consisted of fourteen members who decided on laws and policies for Sitia.

My father loved dissecting the Council’s decisions, but I never had much interest. Even now when I could have learned more about the Stormdance Clan’s internal policies, my mind wandered. Where was Kade? Didn’t he need to eat?

I eventually dozed in my chair.

“Opal.” Zitora woke me with a nudge. “Time for bed. Do you want to sleep down here near the fire or go to another cave?”

Confused, I glanced at Raiden.

“Some prefer their privacy. There are many places to sleep and a few have fire rings or coal stoves. Most of us just sleep here.”

I was used to sharing a room. First with my sisters, and then at the Keep. “Here’s fine. This way you can wake me when it’s my turn to watch the kiln’s fire.”

“You’re not on the schedule,” Nodin joked.

“I know. The three of you can shorten your shifts to two hours and I’ll take the last shift.”

Varun drew breath, but I said, “Don’t argue with the expert.”

“I assume you mean an expert at glass and not at swimming?” Tal teased.

I remembered Kade’s comments on the beach. “So, your superior attitude comes from having never been fished out?”

Indra laughed and flicked her long ponytail. “He’s been fished out countless times.”

Tal shot to his feet and scowled down at her.

“Now he’s going to run outside and pout,” Indra said. “You have to learn how to laugh at yourself, Tal.”