Chapter 82 - Kiema

I could feel them, but I couldn't see anyone. It felt like, if I were a big room, someone was moving furniture around inside me. I felt furniture feet scraping over my belly. The nudge of something brushing against my chest, like a tall armoire just brushing the ceiling.

"Saint?"

No answer.

"Xander?"

No answer.

I looked around the gray monotony of my landscape. It was as boring and comforting as an old blanket. I know Ten had wanted to check my magic, but I'd thought I'd get to be part of that exploration.

I tried to find the fiery thread that marked me as a Spirit user. There was nothing here but the regular gray of the healing world I usually saw.

I don't know how long I hung out in this place, but after a while I saw something shift, a subtle but definite movement. It was so far away I doubted my eyes for the briefest seconds. When it happened again, I knew I wasn't making things up in my boredom.