Ji’jin Station —Eye of the Ocean Book Three 178
A kind of energy brushed her; she thought she might have imagined it. Fear
or simple nerves from waiting or a slight breeze, it was that faint on her skin, but
it moved the dust around them. “They're doing something,” she said. Much more
dust fell than could be accounted for by the resetting of the tiles; she hadn't
noticed it getting worse instead of better until just then.
The waiting was almost over. She signed the watchers away from the exit,
that close they might be trapped outside when she went into the pull. Op'ki'na
was the last in.
“So soon?” Niv asked.
“Not too soon,” Alicia said. “This fast and Rilla might be committed to an
attack here and not be prepared to follow us.” Only an hour from the meeting by
the bathhouse, there hadn't been time for much planning and less for considering
Niv blinked at her. “Ulanda, can you tell what they're doing?” Coming closer,
he squatted at the altar, hugging his knees as he stared at the smoke. With one
long nail, he pushed one of the joss sticks aside. The smell of burning dust rose
with the incense.
“Just that I feel like something is pressing in all around us.”
He looked up at her then held his hand out. She knelt next to him, a hand on
his shoulder much as Kori had done with Silassic. Gray filmed the brilliance of his
eyes, caking at the start of the transparent eyelid. “Pressing around all of us?” he
The growing energies yes, but not the possibilities, and she thought Niv
meant the last. “You should ask Rit, not me. I've never been good at seeing the
Rit had the hem of his tunic over his nose as he jogged back towards them,
coughing. Two of the ti'Linn who should be checking residual settings, started
towards him, clicking noisily. Rit waved them away and turned back to her
without waiting to see if he was obeyed. He wasn't.
Alicia had her Zimmer rifle in her hands. She wiped her face with the sleeve
of her tunic, spreading dirt in a smear. She motioned to the ti'Linn guard and
they fanned back out. “Hold the arranged points.” Then to the Kallit, “Wisop, you
take the far end, N'sim, stay wher