Chapter 233

• [Carnelia]
• My hand dangles, suspended in midair, my fingers pointing absently towards where my father and child are hiding, as if I could hold down the blanket of illusion blocking them from view. It is impossible to hold the intangible with your fingertips, but if this moon queen can rip reality back into view, then I can try to hold onto my father's web of illusion a bit longer.
• I hope, although I'm not exactly sure how. I know the power to weave shadows is one I can and will learn, but I have yet to master even the basics of shadow bending.