“Are you praying?” Maru interrupted.
Sartin kept looking into the sky, kept his eyes closed, but answered, “Yes.”
“To whom are you praying to—your brother?”
Sartin opened his eyes and grimaced. Why would Maru think that?
“No, the Princess,” Sartin answered.
“Who’s that?”
“The first Sea Person.”
“So the gods pray to gods…” Maru muttered.
Sartin took some sand and sloughed off the film that clung to his skin. He listened for Sommar’s song in his head, but there was nothing. In the short time he had known Sommar, Sartin had never taken the chance to groom him. The last time Sartin had been groomed was when Thornton had done it before the Winter Journey.
Maru looked at Sartin, a softness washing over his face. They didn’t say anything, but Sartin could tell Maru knew he was sad. Sartin smiled. Maru returned with a grin.
“What are you doing?” Maru asked.