They directed their horses around another bend in the pathway. Soon they came upon a village. Laughing children and barking dogs ran about. Nearby, laborers pulled a grain-filled wagon into a barn. Its open doors revealed a threshing room floor where several people stood about, brushing chaff from their clothing.
The twins passed through without incident.
“Do we even know where we’re going?” Reigna asked.
Eden grinned. “Do you remember when we went to the City of Light that time? I recall a little girl who spoke to Mara that day at sanctuary. She told Mara that she might want to be an Oathtaker when she grew up. She asked if that was a good decision. Mara told her that while she was young, she should try doing many and varied things. She said that sometimes, when someone is young, it’s just as important for her to learn what she doesn’t want to do for the rest of her life, as to determine what it is that she does want to do.”
Reigna glanced her sister’s way. “Hmmm. What made you think of that?”
“I was just thinking that for now we don’t know where we’re headed or where we want to go. All we know is where we don’t want to go. To the compound.”
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