The Forty-Third Chapter

“What is your kind again?”

“Winnowers,” Laara replied while accepting the pudding that Rozelyn gave.

“Which means?” Rozelyn continued squeezing for answers.

“Folks of the Wind.” It was Thalia Turner who answered.

The rest nodded in discernment. But Rozelyn Zadzisai was hungry for more answers, curious for what else the folks of her nanny could do.

Yet, she couldn’t pass through any of their mental defenses. It seems they have an amulet of sorts.

‘A Thaumaturge has limitations then…’ She thought while eating a caramel pudding.

Isla cleared her throat. “You must be Eku’s daughter?”

She looked her in the eye. For one second, Isla Ivane is indeed pretty scary. Rozelyn doesn’t know if it was for the eyebags or the dry skin or the crooked hair.

Isla is just…she seems traumatized ever since and had been avoiding the people outside as long as she could.