Chapter 1247 Bearing Gifts

• Naomi
• I screech against the insane pull of wind so bitter it burns my skin beneath my cloak. My suitcase is suddenly airborne, with nothing but my frozen fingers clutching the handle to stop it from careening into the snowy abyss beyond the cave mouth–the official, I believe, entrance to Fraser’s mountain palace. My other hand grips a paper sack full of little gifts, a random assortment of things I picked up at one of the many train stations I traveled through to get to the border, where I spent a single night, and the next morning, I spirited here.
• To my shock, and honestly, disappointment, gripping that odd little dragon scale did make the journey through the aether more tolerable. I’m not dizzy with fatigue, my powers aren’t drained, and the bitter chill that comes with translocating extreme lengths is now just the actual cold, raining down on me from all angles.