"It is, isn't it?" Selena laughed, resting her chin on her hand, staring at the city as it passed. "But long lives are the only advantage we elves have over the other mortal races. Families, history, and longevity are the pillars of our society. I was wondering, though," she said, glancing at me, "Where did your demon friend get to. Fyren, was it?"
"Oh, um…let me check."
Her eyes widened. "You can do that?"
"Probably."
I closed my eyes, grasping at the nebulous bond of the Infernal Mark. Thousands of souls flooded my mind, bringing sensations and emotions from all over Sylvarus. I smelt the sewers beneath the city, felt the cool morning breeze beneath a shadowed grove, and even saw a glimpse of the very carriage I travelled on, winding through the city. A sense of icy chill accompanied that last one, the clack of crystals, and the tickle of feathers against my cheek. I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips, and sent a greeting back to Borealis.
