"Alright, boys, what's next on the agenda?"
"What's next?" Noah repeated, his eyes shifting from Talia's trembling form to the glowing well. "Next, we let the people drink. And we get you out of the sun before that migraine turns into something worse."
The sheep folks with their shiny pink skin were already dancing around the stone rim, their fluffy tails bobbing as they filled every container they could find. Thalor stood amidst them. He was still glowing slightly from the effort, the violet light in his eyes not quite faded.
As I turned to follow Noah, I felt a sudden, sharp tug at my senses—like an invisible hook had snagged my spirit, and I turned my head back to him.
"Thalor?" I called, my hand clutching my chest.
The Sea Prince turned instantly and moved towards me, though it seemed like his pace had slowed down and he was gliding on his feet. He stopped just inches from me, and I could already tell something was wrong.
