Bab 292: Golden eyes

Mia stopped after a few dozen steps into the tall grass, her face flushed. 

She'd been so eager to get away from Ford that she'd paid no attention to the direction she'd fled whatsoever.

It had been the entirely wrong one. 

This didn't happen to her often; her magic made it so that a sense of direction was almost entirely unnecessary. She'd fled Ford's secondary pull without regard to the correct one this time. Berating herself, she looked for the camp and began to wind her way through the grassy maze.

She nearly tripped for the second time in ten minutes and cursed herself. She wasn't normally clumsy!

Looking down, she picked up the offending object.