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Brin and Hawkeye had left the train for the last time. From now on, their journey would be on foot. Idly, the High Mistress wondered if she'd been selfish, keeping as much of their travels in the mortal realm as she had. Hawkeye was uncomfortable in cities. Still, the major drawback to flight in the Twilight Realm was that you couldn't talk to someone who was embodied as an eagle, especially not while riding a griffin.
They were in the Siberian wilderness, which, contrary to popular belief, wasn't one giant mass of snow, and here they were using the Oakenling's intuition as a guide almost as much as Marea's map. Jess/Chasina was growing closer, now; he could sense her on the very edges of his awareness. The quest was reaching its conclusion, bittersweet though it promised to be.
Thankfully, this stage of the trip would be uninterrupted by enemies seeking a golden eyed man.