“Five it seems,” called a voice from behind Ceres. Nessa had arrived at the meeting point, hand gripping her bird’s reigns. It was rare she ever left Emillion without Refugio by her side, and this would be no different. Her bags were loaded on his back neatly. As soon as she stopped, the bird pawed the ground before letting out a small squawk.
“If this is all of us, are we ready to leave then?”