The chalky reddish brown dust of the weathered paths out of the Capital blew against the front of the mob. As Dhanur and Janurana were pushed out by the weight of the leaving crowd, they slid through the mass to find position next to a scraggly tree, marking a fading path directly north into the stumps and forest outside the Capital. Janurana still held her parasol, with her fingers slotted somehow deeper into their usual space on its handle. She scuffed the dirt with her new boots, getting used to their size.

She noticed Dhanur’s quiet gaze off into the distance, focused on a lonely mountain directly north and straight along the path on which they stood. Janurana looked at it as well, swearing as she did on the Keep’s hill that she had seen one just like it before but was still unable to place it. Regardless, she trailed off to look at the familiar and much larger eastern range. She followed their slopes down to the endless crags and canyons, cut deep by the seemingly ever flowing water from the eastern mountains, to the broken, still singed trees clinging to life. At night, they appeared almost pitch black and totally lifeless except for their semi shifting outlines. But in the day their light brown bark had no nefarious creatures. The Light above kept them at bay. And it revealed how difficult it was for the trees to recover. Few had a green leaf among them, but they weren’t dead yet. With another glance at Dhanur, Janurana released a silent sigh, then seized up realizing she was no longer in the city. It took a moment to summon the courage to look up again, at the Outside, where she was once more.

Dhanur broke her own stare at the northern mountain and watched the crowd dissipate along their more traveled routes east, west, and even going around the city south to avoid the crowds at the southern gate. But very few followed a northern road. Some of the other paths connected to northern routes which she was sure the last northern trader in the Capital would take. She wondered how they planned to navigate the broken bridges across the canyons, but left the thought at ‘they have magic or something’. No one took the minute path near the pair. 

The last out were a few Keep guards with their scales or breastplates followed by an entourage of city guards and mercenaries. Both Dhanur and Janurana snapped upright, gripping whatever they were holding. But they didn’t to notice the pair. Each went east, west, even south. One of the city guards waved to Dhanur. He was the man she had met at the temple. She waved back, awkwardly.

“A few could be going south to loop back ‘n follow us,” Dhanur stated.

Janurana thought for a moment. “When I had to hunt a deer, I didn’t let it spot me and then try to kill it.”

Dhanur crossed her arms. She looked up to the top of the wall. No guards were watching them. She pointed up.

“You’re right. If I was gonna chase me without me noticing, I’d have someone up there tell me which way I went, then follow later.”

“Then where are they going?” Janurana turned to leave.

“All over,” Dhanur said, inching backwards while still scanning the wall for prying eyes.

Janurana blinked slowly, frowning. “Why?”

“Probably to scout the north and watch the Borderlands. Most are heading south through the other gates. Heard patrols were heading that way to secure the roads. There’s more trade with the ports out west and, you know, more imps around. But maybe they’re collecting forces for a new attack on the north? I dunno, only guessing. Still gotta make the roads safe though.” Dhanur looked over the runes at the base of the wall, grimacing. 

“Dhanur. May we please depart? Day only lasts so long.” Janurana picked up her pace down the path.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Dhanur hiked up her bags. “Before they do send someone out.”

The gate was still scraping back into place as they walked. Flecks of hardy moss had sprouted up along the route’s edges, reclaiming it. Dhanur tried to avoid them. For a while the path wound through the forest of stumps and saplings. They could easily see axmen chopping down the tree line further away and throwing the logs onto carts to bring back into the city.

It wasn’t long before the path broke through the forest and hugged the side of a canyon with the other flanked by the remaining trees. Janurana looked down, seeing Capital denizens working a crane to ferry urns of water from the river below. After a sharp turn, the Capital had vanished behind the forest’s brown, flakey remains.

“Dhanur?” Janurana poked the bull bags which were clearly weighing on Dhanur’s shoulders. “Excuse me?” 

“Just give me a second. Okay?” Dhanur sucked in a breath, peeking back behind her ensuring the city was out of sight.

“Splendid! So you do have one. I was beginning to worry. Who would have thought? A woman of wealth without a bull of her own,” she chuckled.

Dhanur grumbled, rolling her eyes before taking a swig of her drink bag. “Just, okay, just don’t freak out. Okay?”

Janurana paused, cocking her head as Dhanur readied herself. After holstering her drink skin, and setting the bags down, she took in a full breath and extended her arm. In a fluid, but mechanical motion she took hold of a single hair. 

And a sudden burst of shadows sprayed from her veins as if each had been hit by an arrow. Her forehead flashed with a black lattice of stained arteries like a spider’s web. Janurana leapt back, but Dhanur remained focused, breathing in and out as she did when she fought. The shadows coalesced on the single hair and with a quick yank she pulled it from her scalp. They weighed the hair down, so she let it fall from her fingertips. Once it touched the dirt, the shadows rapidly expanded, taking the shape of a large, black, mangey bull. A torn rope hung around his neck as naturally as his dewlap with the hump of its shoulders deflating with age. Its horns, though still rigid and pointing towards the sky, looked brittle. Regardless, its radiant yellow eyes stared forward, unblinking.

Dhanur took a step forward, raising a hand to stroke its snout, before retracting it. She curled her fingers in. Instead, she gazed into its eyes, but received no response. She placed the bags on its back with still no reaction.

Dhanur stared at the path and took in a breath. “His uh, his name’s Dekha,” she said.

Janurana’s jaw hung open and her eyes were wide. But rather than surprise, her face was completely blank, as empty as her memories of Hegwous and Gehsek and her new ax. Her eyes refused to dart side to side and she focused with the preternatural terror of someone coming face to face with death itself. Only when she could no longer stand it, she blinked and came back to reality. Instinct flared and she wanted to bolt away. But her legs were frozen. Still, she refused to look away from what Dhanur had summoned.

Dhanur had seen plenty die. Whether it was war, raids, or even traveling, she had watched the life drain from peoples’ eyes and could read the unmistakably genuine and abject terror on Janurana’s face.

“I know. I know. It’s gwomoni magic.” She held out her hand. “He’s not mine. I got this boy from a few of the blood sucking freaks.” Dhanur slid her hand along his bags, as if she were petting him.

Janurana silently took stock of the situation. 

‘Dhanur has given me a weapon, led me from people who may have wanted to kill me, twice, or could have turned me in at the Keep to get her warrior class back. If she wanted to, Dhanur would have tried something by now,’ Janurana thought, mumbling to herself.

 “It’s that,” Janurana said aloud. She smoothed out her sari’s front even though it didn’t need it. “The last people I witnessed using magic like that were the very opposite of kind to me.”

Janurana stepped forward to slide the ax into the saddlebags. Dhanur cautiously held out a hand and only placed it on Janurana’s shoulder when their eyes met.

“I bet. They weren’t any better to me. But Dekha here ain’t gonna hurt you. You could put your chin on his horns and he’d just stand there. He’s a calm boy.” 

Janurana slipped around to his front, deciding to test that theory. Dekha didn’t react, and seeing such a big and old beast, she couldn’t help herself. “He’s quite a big boy.”

Dhanur was fussing with the bags, and didn’t notice Janurana stroke Dekha’s hump until it was too late. Janurana’s fingers had already reached his hide, and it gave way. Dhanur seized her arm and Janurana tensed immediately. After a brief pause Janurana looked back down. Dekha’s skin had fallen off at the slightest touch.

“It comes back.” Dhanur, put her hand on Janurana’s shoulder again.

“Alright.” Janurana nodded. Her eyes shrunk to normal size.

“He, uh, he was brought back to life. Ya know, by gwomoni. I guess he was just gonna carry stuff. The bags actually came with him, like that rope on his neck. I was able to steal him away and get him bound to me instead.”

“Mm. Understandable.” Janurana gently, stymying her revulsion, brushed the flakes from her hands. They melted in the air, fading to tendrils of shadows that slithered back into place to become his skin again.

With forced grace Janurana circled to one side of Dekha’s head. She did her best to avoid staring directly into his eyes, but couldn’t resist. She peered into the abyss that was his stare. Rather than eyes, they were more like polished chunks of topaz, though transparent, and affixed atop a bottomless well. She shivered as Dhanur took hold of Dekha’s rope. It flexed against him, but rather than peel apart as before, his neck moved naturally as Dhanur tugged him along. The bags too had no effect on him.

Dhanur shrugged when Janurana gave her a puzzled look. “My guess is these were with him when he died so they’re, like, a part of him? I dunno. I never really asked those gwomoni.”

“How serendipitous,” Janurana chuckled to herself, following along.

“What?”

“The bull was a symbol of my house.” She pointed to the tiny, faded bullhead on her sari. 

Dhanur hadn’t even noticed it. “Really? Then what does serendipitous mean?”

Janurana took in a long breath through her nose. “Why don’t you regale me with tales of your exploits?”

“What?” Dhanur recoiled her head in embarrassment.

“Tell me about when you got Dekha.” Janurana gave another placid smile.

“You, uh, ever met a gwomoni out here?” Dhanur began.

“I have, yes.”

“So, yeah. Started working with the Maharaj and before she was, ya know. We trained a lot, me, her, and another woman. This time I was practicing hunting the gwomoni down on my own. Went pretty far south to stay out of Hegwous and Gehsek’s eyes. Picked up on a few and started tracking a few of ‘em. They were down in a canyon, looking over a dry riverbed. I was high enough so they couldn’t see or stop me if I shot down. The wind was coming my way so they wouldn’t smell me neither.” Dhanur smirked and Janurana awkwardly smiled back. “Before I could find a proper spot to shoot down, they did what I did and summoned Dekha here. I circled around closer, hoping to take them out before they could summon somethin’ worse. But Dekha here ripped my ears a new hole. He started screaming some kinda scream I’ve never heard from a bull.”

“I suppose you’ve never seen a bull come from a person’s head either,” Janurana added.

“Ha! I Guess not.” Dhanur looked at the sun and it was a bit past midday. Janurana glanced behind them, but nothing was following. “Anyway, a column of light comes outta his eyes like a Light Ascetic’s blast too! But it didn’t hurt me. It was sort of, pointing me out, like the fires on the walls. So, no more surprise. I was still able to get the first easy. Arrow right through the heart.”

Janurana nodded, clutching her chest as Dhanur hiked Dekha on. 

“Bit more of a fight on the last two. One held up her hand and like how Dekha came from their head, some kinda spears showed up, little throwing ones. Kinda like a northerner summoning a weapon, except she was fair enough to be a full foreigner. She flung them at me while the other scurried up the canyon wall but that one, the one not summoning weapons, was as dark as a northerner. Still, she was climbing with no vines or nothing, free climbing. They were kinda slow since it was day then and pushing through the sun. Left their parasols when the fighting started. I had to hop back and wait for the climbing one to make her way up. She wasn’t easy to hear since, ya know, Dekha alarming. Can’t hear them anyway, I guess. But I just popped her right in the eye when I saw her head.” Dhanur mimed the shot. “She didn’t like that.”

“I assume.” 

“Yeah, she fell’n the other started coming up but didn’t make that mistake. She put her hand over the edge first, then leapt up. ‘Course, nobody ever checks up.” Dhanur smirked and mimed another shot. “From the tree, in the shoulder, down into the heart. Got my arrow back and didn’t see the one that fell. Her tracks had gone cold too. But by then Dekha stopped yellin’ and shining his eyes. But he hadn’t moved at all. He was still standing there. I went to touch him and he burst into smoke like the ones he comes from and sank into my hand. That hurt real bad! I saw him travel up my veins to my head. Crazy, right? I started freaking out, almost thought to try and cut them out, but they went back to their normal color and I wasn’t dead. So, I did what they did to draw him out and there he was. Been with me ever since… Sorry. I’m not the best at telling stories.” 

But as Dhanur finished, Janurana’s back tensed. She shot a look behind her, seeing nothing, but that did nothing to calm her.

“Yes, yes. Wonderful! Tell me about it.” Janurana walked faster.

“I already—Hey!” Dhanur called as her companion passed her. “We still have a bit before night! Ugh. Stupid, dowsing Kumari, ugh.”

Above, the ethereal wisp of Deiweb’s smoke meandered about, silently groaning with boredom. Though he was too far up to hear, he knew their conversation had to be banal. With all the following and all the waiting for them to leave the city, he was wondering more and more if simply killing them would be worth the lack of an actual offering. As his gaze lazed, he noticed something trailing the pair. He could barely make out the silvery blue and translucent figure with his superior eyes. It was still a ways behind them, trying to make its way around the walls from the other side of the city, shuddering and leaping from place to place between his blinks. The capital residents and guards didn’t see it at all and when it brushed past them they all shuttered or  flailed as if walking through a spider’s web.

‘That’s not mine,’ he thought, intrigued.