Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY

Isabel

I watch Taylor scoop up some water in the bowl and place the feather on it. Her expression is focused.

She looks up, "Well, we're going the right way, so far."

"You know we could just carry that bowl of water like a compass?" I point out. "We don't have to keep refilling the bowl."

"This is my only link to Dad," she explains, slowly, as if worried that if she speaks any louder, she might disrupt the feather's movement. I don't want it falling from my hand or floating away."

I gape at her, "It's a magical feather. I'm sure somebody thought of that and put some precautions in place."

She doesn't even bother looking at me as she drains the water, "I barely trust technology. What makes you think I'm going to put my faith in some magical mumbo jumbo."

"God, you're weird," I mutter. When she shoots me a sharp look, I instantly look away. 

"Come on, let's go," she straightens up.