Grandmother Essun walked in front of him silently in the beginning. Her staff struck the ground in steady rhythm, the rings clicking with each impact. Her breathing was even and unhurried despite the pace she set.
Damian's senses, enhanced by the Mana now flowing through his systems, barely captured her serious gaze when she occasionally glanced back to ensure he followed. There was something in those ancient eyes that he could not quite read. Something that suggested she knew far more than she had revealed.
After a few minutes, she broke the silence with her sharp voice.
"What is it, Tokoloshe?"
Her tone was almost amused.
"I can feel your eyes boring into my back."
Damian blinked.
He had not realized he was staring so intently. But his curiosity had been building since they left the village, and her comment gave him the opening to voice it.
"I was just wondering how your ability works."
