Last night we arrived on the banks of the river. It was a wild sight. Immense and roaring. We moved back from it, the better to rest.
The river looked even wilder in the morning light. We sat down to think through our options for getting over. We knew we fairies would be able to fly across, our only concerns were for Gibley and the hatchling.
Dunfallon announced that while we talked it over, he was going aloft to look for narrower places to cross. So our pixie was not around when we heard a voice call out from the river.
Noralei was the first to spot him – it was Nora the waterhorse. He skipped through the rolling torrents, hallooing all the way over to our side.
It was a joyous reunion.
Noralei explained our predicament to him, and he volunteered immediately to carry each of us across the raging river. I, for one, did not mind saving my wings the exertion.
Nora was a little skittish about carrying the hatchling, but Noralei convinced him that when wrapped around its special staff she was as docile as a lamb.
And after we explained what a lamb was to Nora, he took Gibley over first, so the hatchling could focus on him.
By the end of their crossing the two – Nora and the hatchling – grew quite fond of one another.
Dunfallon arrived back just in time to join us in thanking Nora and bidding him goodbye.