Hunted by Magic by Jasmine Walt

they’re hard for even me to see.” Especially with the backdrop of the purplish-grey mountains on the other side of the plains.
    “Little grey dots,” Annia repeated. A hot gust of wind blew straight at us, rustling the grasses at our feet and sending Annia’s hair flying. Not for the first time, I was grateful for the decision to tie my hair back. “So, what are those supposed to be? Little tents or something?”
    Fenris shrugged. “They could be, though they would have to be rather large for us to see them at this distance. I’m not sure what sort of dwellings the Coazi use – these people may all look the same to us, but from what I understand, they actually differ from tribe to tribe in numerous ways.”
    “You seem to understand a lot,” I commented, my eyes still scanning the landscape. Now that I looked more closely, I could see the dwellings in more than one location across the landscape. “It looks like they’ve got several settlements out here. Is that normal?”
    “It’s not unusual,” Fenris confirmed. “Tribes have been known to split off into different clans, especially when their territory covers such great distances. Each one will likely have its own chieftain and shaman, and there is probably a central clan as well.”
    “Sounds like politics exist even amongst savages,” Annia said, huffing out a breath.
    Fenris turned a narrowed gaze in her direction. “Do not make the mistake of thinking these people are simple,” he warned. “They may not speak our language or practice our customs, but their minds are as sharp as yours or mine. It wouldn’t do to treat them like children or idiots and inadvertently insult them if we run across them.”
    “What do you think we should do if we do run across them?” I chewed my lower lip, worried about the possibility. “Do we fight first and ask questions later? That reference book Comenius dug up said their shamans can be very powerful, and I’d hate to be at the mercy of one.”
    Fenris sighed. “It’s hard to know. Some of them might be friendlier than others, and it would be a shame to make an enemy when we could find an ally instead. We’ll have to reserve judgment until the moment actually arrives.”
    “Well, it’s certainly not going to if we stay on this hill,” I decided, squaring my shoulders. “Let’s move on.”
    We trekked for another mile or so across the rolling hills, following the tug from the serapha charm’s spell. It seemed to be a little stronger now that we were out of the mountains, and I was hoping that meant we would run across Iannis soon. Was he with one of the Coazi clans, wearing buckskin tunics and making clay pottery with his manicured hands? The idea made my lips twitch in amusement, and was far more appealing than the possibility that the Coazi were holding him hostage. Though admittedly I couldn’t see either one of those things happening – Iannis was both too proud and too powerful.
    And what about the other delegates and their flunkies who had been aboard the airship? Were they with the Coazi? Or had they all struck out together, perhaps even building a shelter of their own as they tried to figure out how to alert the Federal authorities to their plight? Were they all still alive? I had no idea how the airship had gone down – for all I knew it had gone up in flames and only Iannis had figured out how to survive, while everyone else had plunged into a fiery death.
    A shudder went through my spine at the thought of dying by both air and fire. With the recent storm and crash we’d experienced, I was glad that I had both feet firmly on the ground. I just hoped they stayed that way until we found Iannis.

8
    T he serapha charm had us cutting across the plains diagonally. Up ahead I could see two large evergreen forests cutting into the plains and narrowing them into a small path that wound between the large swathes of trees. With luck that was where we’d find Iannis, hiding in the cool, dark safety