(Isla)
Caius pushed his chair back.
"Let's go," he said simply.
I was on my feet before he finished the sentence.
He didn't comment on that. He just picked up the journal and walked toward the door and I followed him out into a morning that felt different from every other morning I could remember. Not because anything had changed out there. Because something had changed in me.
I was starting to understand what I was.
That was new.
That was everything.
Caius didn't go to the flat stone this time.
He stopped in the center of the clearing and handed me the journal.
I looked at it and then at him.
"Me?" I asked.
"You," he said.
"I'm choosing the symbol?"
"You're choosing where we begin today."
I looked down at the open page in my hands.
That was different from yesterday.
Yeste
