Communication

Andrev sat in the middle of the grass with his eyes closed. One of the reindeer was curled on the grass beside him.

“All right. Ask the reindeer where I am.” Rastaban’s voice hovered distantly on the air from some indeterminate spot. Andrev had better hearing than most, but Rastaban was using some of his magic to confound that.

Andrev reached toward the reindeer’s mind, received an image of Rastaban perched, comically, on the edge of the riverbank on one leg.

He laughed.

“I think that answers that,” Rastaban muttered.

The reindeer nudged Andrev, communicated more.

Andrev laughed. “You’re strange.”