Whew! Thought I was going to miss it! Busy day.
Cale has some explaining to do so I’ll get right to it.

The door to the control room slid shut with a soft hum. Cale stood up and approached Erynn.
She slowed and stopped in front of him, her gaze searching his face. “You don’t look so good. Are you alright?”
Cale waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “I’m fine. But we do need to talk. I had hoped to wait until we were on Arranon to give you more details, but there’s something you should know, now.” He paused, uncertain where to begin.
Erynn’s gaze drifted from him. She stared up at the hangar’s tall white ceiling. “Did the lights go out in here, just now?” Before he could respond, she continued to survey the area and stated, “If they did, the problem needs to be reported to maintenance.” Wrinkling her nose she asked, “What is that sweet, spicy— Her chin dropped, eyes wide. Erynn’s sharp intake of breath revealed a sudden recognition.
“You can smell the Anim Blath’s scent?” Cale asked and his brow furrowed.
Could it be possible?
Erynn studied him, nodded, and asked in a quiet voice, “What is Anim Blath?”
Cale straightened, his previous strength returning. “That’s something that would be easier to show you once we’re safely on Arranon.”
“Safely on Arranon. What does that mean?” Erynn frowned.
Cale leaned in to her, and just in case their conversation was monitored, he whispered, “I’ve just received a message from Arranon, a warning. We’ll need to be careful.”
Erynn’s frown deepened. The tense fisting of her hands resumed. She glanced around, then back to Cale. “You received a message? How? When?”
How much information is too much? What will she be able to grasp?
“Hmmm. Well, just now, here, while you were in the control room. The how, well that may be difficult to explain.”
“Try,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing.
Cale stiffened and glared at her. The hard edge in his tone more pronounced than he intended. “Explain to me how you were able to avoid my laser fire for so long during our exercise. Tell me how you’ve advanced so far above others your age and are the youngest squadron leader in the history of our worlds.”
Erynn’s façade of irritation and doubt crumbled. “Where did the flashing lights go? The bright purple, blue and green lights? The ones that turned orange and red with fear and concern?” Her clear blue eyes were wide.
She has witnessed the Anim Blath before.
“You saw them?” Cale asked, excitement in his voice.
She stared boldly into his eyes. “Yes, and I heard music too, like breaking glass, a tinkling, but not random. There was an organized pattern with intent. What is it, what does it mean?”
How extraordinary and how amazing she’ll become. What will happen once she’s on Arranon?
“Did you hear the message?”
Erynn moved a step away from Cale her voice a loud whisper. “No. It was more musical notes than words. Like distant singing or chanting. If I were you, I wouldn’t go around advertising you receive messages from Arranon by way of Leannan lights.”
Cale shrugged, his brow furrowing. “Leannan lights?”
“Leannan, tiny, colorful winged beings that live hidden in forests and mountain meadows, in children’s stories,” Erynn said as a quick explanation.
Cale shook his head and countered. “It’s not like that.”
Stepping closer to Cale, Erynn asked, “Can you bring them back? I want to hear them again. Maybe this time I will understand.”
“Perhaps, but they delivered the message they came all this way to convey. I’m sure it exhausted much of their energy.” He marveled at her resilience and curiosity.
She bit at her lower lip, a nervous gesture. “Why did they come? It must have been important.”
She’s uneasy, and she should be.
He stared across the hangar. “They told me of an awakening evil. We’ll need to be careful. I believe my coming here has put you in danger.”
“And I believe that was going to happen with or without your coming to Korin. It’s better now, with your messages from the Leannan,” she whispered in an even tone.
She has glimpsed our uncertain future.
“I thought there would be time to get you to Arranon. To show you what your father, Zander, had discovered. I should have foreseen this possible threat. I—” He shook his head. The muscles in his jaw tightened, locking away a truth she needed to hear.
Don’t tell her. Not yet. She’s not ready.