Chapter 2 introduces two things close to my heart.
When I was a kid, if something bad happened or hurt me or anything, I would run away. I either ran away physically, outside in the woods, and pretended I was a wild animal, or just a wild person, and didn't know the modern world existed, sometimes only taking something to draw with, or else mentally, to a fantasy world, often the world of the Wheel of Time, by Robert Jordan.
So, you meet the fun of pretending to be wild, and you meet the Heldani. As you keep reading, yes, It is a nod at my fave author of all time, because the world he made, saved my life a couple of times, and the comfort he wrought for me will always be something I appreciate. I have several books with nods to him, in the way of powerful women, but they never use the One Power, always some tool or something to cause the elements to bend their will; in this case, runes that are attached to hoops on the belt by thin, silver chains, that can be very short, when the runes are stowed, or very long, if the runes are alight and floating, showing the Heldani is using the element of according color.
More about all that will occur later on in the book, and, though the Heldani feature in the book decently, they are not the point of the book in the least, so don't get all caught up in excitement about a Wheel of Time fanfic if you are a Robert Jordan fan. :D
I could never thank him enough for the precious world he gave me even if he were alive to hear me say it, so this is my attempt at a thank you. That his women of power inspired me to create my own, to be one myself, but not in the same way... ;)
I do not have the Gift, but I have a Gift, all the same.
My book, my copywrite :)
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