Arianna and I walked side by side along the route that led through the center of Sanctuary the next day. All but invisible, or we tried to be. We'd honed our talent for blending in with our surroundings, drawing so little notice we might as well have been invisible--one of the skills we'd learned from Trees Speaking long ago. Invisibility, he'd taught us, was not a physical state, but a mental one. It came in handy when one needed anonymity. And an immortal witch living in a mortal world always needed that.