Rumble and I arose this morning to find Dunfallon and his goat missing. Immediately we turned our attention back to the mysterious depression. And without a word between us, we removed our cloaks and flew straight for it.
We passed through the veil and a stranger view than before greeted us.
The stones at its center were rising up and clattering together into an ever bigger structure.
Then we heard Dunfallon crying out to us.
He and his nimble-footed goat were climbing the strange stones, even as they pushed higher into the air.
I dived in and scooped up the pixie, and Rumble grabbed the mountain goat.
Rumble had it easy. I had to struggle with an unhappy pixie.
We took them out beyond the veil where we could collect our thoughts and calm our reluctant companion.