She whispered, "Where is Althaya? Where is the Red Priestess?"
Grim said gently, "Look, honey. I'm a stranger here myself. You're the first normal looking thing I've come across—and even you are several shades above average." He let his eyes drift over her, and she straightened angrily.
"I am the Black Priestess of Kohonnes. I am Tlokine."
"Okay, okay. Don't get sore. Come on down and let's be friends."
Something in his amused blue eyes decided her. She let a smile turn up the corners of her wide red mouth and came down gracefully.
"That's better," Grim chuckled. "Tell me all about this place."
"This is Stormland. The god Kohonnes made it by sending out his breath and creating it. And when he is angry he sends his breath again—and his world reshapes itself nearer to his heart's desire."
Grim stared at her oddly. "You cribbed that from Omar. Shows you do know something about the Earth. And the sun? And Kohonnes, what is he?"
"Kohonnes is the creator of Stormland. He made me and Althaya and her people. He made the sun, too. His breath goes out and reshapes everything. If you want to avoid the anger of Kohonnes, you stand within the red markers. He never harms anyone in there."