A prophecy is broken.The winter has turned against us. It’s all I can do not to lose focus. Focus on surviving, and on protecting Ilanna. As she is gracelessly handed off to another clansman warrior, her magic - as a sorceress and as a beautiful young woman - begins to take hold. Being “tea” means playing an awful price now in hopes of the chance for a better life tomorrow. The allegiances of the other clans means asking of me that which I loath: it means turning against the innocent folks of the tribes. My own people. As Ilanna’s prowess over the world around her grows, my grasp of self is fracturing into someone I’m not sure I like.