hitting oil. It reminded her of the ducks she had watched when she was a child. How fascinated she’d been to see the water run easily from their feathers.
She lay down on a flat rock directly beneath the beam of sunlight. She felt stronger than she’d done in a long while and with strength came certainty of her ability to find the Rock. Noil continued to splash about and Maisey soon became restless. She sat up and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and she attempted to comb it with her fingers but gave up finally.
Noil watched her and chatted happily. ‘Do you know what this place is called?’
‘I’m sure you’ll tell me.’ Maisey was as surprised as Noil to hear the sarcasm in her tone.
‘It’s called the Pool of Pride,’ he said, choosing to ignore her mood.
‘Why’s it called that?’ she asked.
‘Dunno,’ he said. Then after a second added, ‘We should get a move on soon.’
‘When I’m ready,’ she snapped.
How she wished she had a comb now, as she looked at her reflection once again in the mirror. Her face paled and she felt suddenly very ill. The mirror’s depths swirled and she could have sworn she saw Rendal’s reflection staring back at her. His voice seemed to echo at her from a distance.
Look in the mirror with care, for what is reflected at you is what you reflect outwards.
She let the mirror fall. Noil had joined her on the rock and she turned to him now and picked him up.
‘You’re right. I’m sorry I snapped.’
‘That’s okay.’ He leapt up to her shoulder and they continued the journey.
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