“But you’ve never tried opening one to somewhere you’ve never been before either,” Zeph tells him.
The circles they’re talking in are starting an ache behind my forehead. It’s been days, and no one has a clear plan of approach. What’s life without a little bit of risk, anyway? Especially if it’ll bring us all home. When I ask as much, the two of them glance at each other, and I know I've won them over.
My lips have barely parted to push us into motion when Zanthus’ voice makes me almost jump out of my skin.
“We’re not going that route,” he announces, stalking into the room with Zale on his heels. “And you should know better than to encourage this, brother.”
Zephyr doesn’t look sheepish in the least at being caught. Shrugging, he admits, “I was tired of waiting on the two of you to stop bickering long enough to make a decision. If they tried and it worked, then at least we had an option.”
Zale sighs. “I’m not going to comment on all of the things wrong with what you just said.”
Zanthus cuts off further replies. “We’re leaving tomorrow. It’ll take us at least two-day journey without surprise guests and delays. I suggest everyone get as much rest as possible. We’re all going to need our strength.”