Chapter 11
A rustle made Selati look up, alarmed. Opati drifted into view for a moment, then the thick tree trunk, half rotted away, gouged deep furrows in the soft dirt. Srahuni was next, pushing the other end of the wood. They disappeared past the bushes between Selati and the rest of the clearing.
“Do you think you are ready to move to the log?” Aleledai asked as he drew his hands away from Selati’s skin. A new idea nestled in his thoughts. He wanted Aleledai’s hands back on his body.
Selati stuffed the impulse in the back of his mind, unable to parse why he had it. “I will need assistance.”