“Not because of your dreams,” Rhyann said reluctantly. “Because of mine.” After a long hesitation, she continued. “I dream of fire. Angry fire. Dreadful fire. I feel the heat of it, the pain of it. And then music is…silenced. Lost. Devoured by flame.” She rested her head against the bedpost. “That’s why I have to go. I don’t think I can stop the fire, but I can prevent the music from being silenced.”

Rhyann closed her right hand into a loose fist. When she opened her hand, a small ball of golden light filled her palm. “Dreams and will,” she said softly. “Once upon a time, we made a whole world out of nothing more than dreams and will.”

“And earth, water, fire, and air,” Selena said, just as softly.

“Sunlight and moonbeams as the path between worlds. Do you remember the Crone whom Mother took us to see eight years ago, the summer I turned thirteen and was given my pentagram?”

Selena reached up and brushed her fingers across her own pentagram. She’d also gone through a ceremony that formally acknowledged the start of a girl’s journey toward becoming a woman of power, a woman of the House of Gaian. And she remembered, at seventeen, standing with her mother and father while the Crones performed the ritual and presented the girls with the pentagrams that symbolized their bond to the Great Mother, that identified them as witches, as the Mother’s Daughters. She couldn’t say then, and couldn’t say now, if she’d been prouder on the day when she’d received her pentagram or on the day when she’d watched Rhyann receive hers.

“I remember her,” Selena said. “I remember what she taught us that summer.”

“So do I.

Selena sighed. “Promise me you won’t travel east of the Mother’s Hills by yourself. Promise me that much.”

“Will you promise the same?”

Her temper flashed, and she felt the heat of it under her skin, but she held back the scalding reply she wanted to make. Rhyann’s temper could match hers any day, so what was the point of hot tempers now and hotter tears later when it was love holding the torch to the kindling?

“I promise the same.”

Rhyann stared at her in surprise. Then she exhaled gustily and stood up. “Let’s finish packing your saddlebags so I can take care of mine. We’ll need to get an early start tomorrow.”

Selena stared at the ceiling, seeing nothing in the night-dark room, her heart pounding too hard, too fast.

Just a dream, she thought as she crawled out of bed and stumbled toward the wash basin. Her hands shook as she poured water from the pitcher into the basin. Just a dream, brought on because I know Rhyann isn’t going to stay home where it’s safe. Or as safe as any place can be these days.