The morning passed quickly, and after lunch, the servants began to pack up everything to prepare for descent. Soon enough, the balloons crossed the river, the great, wide, and generous Edi. Lush, vibrant fields rolled before them. “Orina Anoris,” Orinakin said, as the others gazed over the land. “May the gods forever bless it.” Already, his heart felt lighter, his mind clearer. The sky was a pure blue, the air fresh, the sun bright. The landing fields were in view, with the great palace just beyond; the sight of those familiar white walls brought warmth to his chest. He’d only stepped into his role as royal diplomat almost two years earlier, and he still wasn’t used to spending weeks and months away from home. Wherever he was, Orina Anoris called to him. According to his aunt, it always would.
Sparing a glance for his guests, Orinakin saw that Dranz and T’rin stood with their feet planted apart, arms crossed over their chests, impassive expressions warning the basket not to test their will. Dillane sat on one couch, talking to Aiae; Bade sat on another, clutching the side of the basket with both hands, looking a bit pale but otherwise all right.
As the balloon began its descent, on its way in for a gentle, easy landing, Orinakin found himself walking closer to the basket door, eager to step onto his homeland again.
“Orinakin!”
“Selorin!” The sight of his brother gripped Orinakin’s heart. Scrambling over the edge of the basket, he hit the ground before the conveyance did, laughing and throwing his arms around his twin. “Selorin.”
“You finally made it,” Selorin said, a tight squeeze cutting off his air. “It’s good to see you.”
Selorin. The sight of the river had told him that he was home again, but now he truly felt it. “How are you?” Orinakin asked, finally releasing his brother. Still in formal judge’s robes, Selorin must have come directly from court. “What have I missed?”
“The Alanohi Festival was a grand affair this year,” Selorin told him. “Libi did very well in his last turn as festival leader.” Selorin’s blue-eyed gaze drifted past Orinakin to the balloon. “Is our future king among these men?”
“It is my hope,” Orinakin said, dropping his hand as he turned. “Let me introduce you.”
