The next few days passed in a mix of merry-making and magical training. Aria was delighted to see the statues of Castle Elid again, her companions for so many centuries, and spent many hours in joyful conversation with them. She told the statues of her adventures with Emily, and they told her of all that had happened since the two had departed the castle--the rescue of their drowned brethren, and the long trek to Paja Abbey.
For their part, the monks were welcoming, and incredibly curious. Living statues, as Emily had come to appreciate, were not much more common in Thessolan than back on Earth. And each one was different from the next--marble, granite, sandstone, bronze, all materials were represented. Many, like Jivaro, possessed exaggerated features and proportions seldom seen in flesh-and-blood humans--this had been a side-effect of petrification.
"Did you look much different as a human?" Talyndra asked Aria.
Aria put a thoughtful hand to her chin. "I think I was slightly taller."
Emily's eyes widened at this--she had known few woman as tall as Aria even in her statue form.
"You will soon be able to verify this claim, Emily," Aria said gently, noticing Emily's expression.
That just made Emily feel worse, but she smiled bravely. The way Aria could speak with such complete trust and confidence in her made her wonder what she had done to deserve it. Moreover, it made her think of how she might unwittingly betray that trust and confidence. Could she really restore all of these statues to human form?
The day soon came for Emily and Talyndra to leave for Gla Abbey. Emily had quickly mastered teleportation, but had proven quite unable to manifest clothing again, the way she'd inadvertently done in front of the monks, after her first teleportation. About the best she'd managed to do in that regard was get good at very quickly teleporting behind cover.
She'd asked the monks if there was an fabric which might resist the Stoneshell's flame, and they'd suggested some possibilities, but everything she'd tested thus far had been destroyed just as thoroughly as the outfit she'd first teleported in. In the end, she resigned herself to appearing naked in the fireplace of Gla Abbey. At least Talyndra would be in the same boat. Anyway, shouldn't she be used to arriving in strange places without any clothes on by now? It appeared to be prophesied...
Emily didn't think it was possible to get used to such a thing. But she would do it for Aria. And to get back home.
"Shimmerwood is a place of illusions," Althea warned her one night over dinner, the fire casting ominous shadows over her wizened features. "It takes a strong mind to resist its influence. Many have been lost to the forest's spell."
"How can I resist it?" asked Emily.
"Know yourself."
To Emily's chagrin, no further or more practical advice was forthcoming. But such was her resolve that when the appointed day arrived, she stood in the courtyard of Paja Abbey, arms wrapped around Talyndra, ready to disappear. She had on a simple peasant's dress made from single piece of fabric, which no one would miss much when it was burned up, and was barefoot.
Talyndra wore her leaf dress. "It's getting a bit stale, so this is good timing," she said to Emily, doing her best to act nonchalant. "I'm just upset I can't bring my swords."
Monks and statues gathered around to watch the disappearance, though they would see little more than an ascending column of flame. The real show was going to take place on the other side.
Emily cast her gaze over the crowd, meeting Dorian's eyes. He smiled and saluted, mouthing a wish for good luck. She smiled back, and then passed her gaze to Aria, who wore a small, reserved smile that nonetheless signaled total confidence in her student and friend.
"Give my regards to Abbess Loren," said Althea, who was standing next to Aria. The two had found a lot to talk about with each other. "She'll tell you all you need to know about finding the Shard of True Reflection."
"Thank you," said Emily.
"We'll see you back in a few days' time," Althea continued. "The Stoneshell fire will be kept well-stoked for your return."
"Please have a cloaks for us as well! And a much smaller audience!"
"Boo!" shouted Jivaro.
Emily giggled, despite herself. "Goodbye, everyone!" she said.
"See ya later!" shouted Talyndra.
Emily and Talyndra looked each other in the eye and decided it was time. Emily took a deep breath in, and then, in a calm, clear voice, said the words, "Gla Abbey."
Her world was consumed by fire, and then darkness.
Every previous teleportation had felt instantaneous, but this time Emily was conscious of the moments between her departure and arrival. Her body was spinning in all directions, with nothing but around her. She clung tight to Talyndra, and felt as the sensation of leaves was replaced with that of flesh. Ethereal winds whipped at her own exposed skin.
Then the spinning stopped, and Emily felt warm stone beneath her feet. Darkness was replaced by walls of weathered stone, animated by dancing shadows. A roaring fire warmed the skin of Emily's back. The smell of damp earth filled her nostrils, and a cloying sweetness tickled the back of her throat.
Emily swayed, releasing her grip on Talyndra and fighting back a wave of nausea. Talyndra let out a low groan, her hand flying to her mouth.
"Ugh," she muttered. "That was worse than usual."
"It must be... the distance," Emily wheezed, bent over and staring at the cracked stone floor, overgrown with moss. "Is this... Gla Abbey?"
