Chapter 42: Missing In Action

The descent took over an hour, at least, so by the time we touched down on the edge of the Parade at the base of the

mountain, most of the moons had set and the first suns were starting to light the horizon. Zinnia pulled two heavy black

robes from an alcove at the bottom, slipping her hood down over her face. I copied her, my bare feet slapping on the

smooth grounds of the Parade. She skirted the edge, taking us into the city as soon as the perimeter gave way and

permitted us to leave the wide expanse at the base of the mountain.

I usually took a transport to Theridialis's tower, though I'd ridden one of the public transit system trains with my

sister in the past. I assumed we would do so now, only to raise my eyebrows at the small and dented, but fully intact,

transport hull Zinnia uncovered behind a large panel at the back of a non-descript building.

"If it's all right with you," Zinnia said, settling into the tiny shell, "I'll fly."