Meribabell writes:
Sometimes decisions don’t prove their true worth until a good deal of time has passed. Other times the reason one made the choice to begin with has a completely other unlooked for – and better outcome than one may have planned.
Such was our decision to bring Dunfallon’s mountain goat with us.
Though this was not apparent when our day began. The dew was still on the trumpet lilies when Rumble rushed up to me with the news that the mountain goat was missing. Nailbiter launched a full search of the burrow and the immediate vicinity – favoring the direction towards Willie’s swamp.
Noralei made up the party towards that side. Just short of the pond there, the mountain goat came prancing from behind an immense shrub to nuzzle her. Then he led her back behind the bush.
There she found an unhappy Dunfallon sitting in an improvised cage staked out on the ground. Answering their call, Rumble and I helped break him out. We had to exercise extreme caution for Dunfallon informed us that Willie had booby trapped it.
When free, our pixie raced off to the Wisp’s lair. There we joined him in front of the burned out crystal. And no Will’o’the Wisp.
Dunfallon had one consolation, being reunited with his mountain goat.
We asked the High Fairy to report to Merlin that our trail is again cold.
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