Michyle’s POV:
Michyle was in the shower when it finally dawned on him what they should do… leave.
“Where?” Caressa asked when he brought the idea to her.
“Anywhere out of range,” Michyle reasoned. “Somewhere remote.”
“My colony.” Caressa breathed.
“Yes.” Michyle said calmly.
“How long will it take us to get there?” Caressa asked.
“The fastest ship will get us there in one month,” Michyle said. “But the journey will be brutal.”
“Will it get us out of range before Peshra’s magic wears off?” Caressa asked.
“I think it will.”
“Let’s go,” Caressa said.
Caressa set to packing the few things they had brought with them, knowing in her heart that it was a foolish and risky thing to do. However, the way Mikaya had blossomed in the open air and took to the wonderful things on the surface made taking her back seem so wrong.
She took a moment to close her eyes and called to her mother.
“You cannot do this,” Lania pleaded.