Unlike before, the snowfall did not let up. We were hoping to wait it out in order to travel with fewer challenges. But Merlin announced that he believes that from here on out the wind propelling the snow will not cease. Instead we should take the occasion to use it to follow its lead to where this world is leaking into ours.
However, it proved a little difficult to motivate the dragons to venture out into the maelstrom – even with Dunfallon’s whispers and an united effort on all our parts to coax them out of the enclosure. In the end the wizard took the initiative – and with a wave of his hand removed the enclosure and folded it, as he had done before.
The dragons discovered that an occasional breath of fire counteracted the harsher aspects of the weather. Still we each took the precaution of roping ourselves to our mounts – Noralei and Merlin on Cluyjil; Gibley on Conjil; and Dunfallon and myself on Rayjil.
It was a wild ride. At times we lost sight of one another, but the dragons, time and again, reunited us without colliding. Finally when the rush was at its greatest and the walls of the narrow gorge were closing in on us and we were forced into single file, Merlin motioned for us to land.
He had spotted a cavern to one side and we took shelter within.
After Gibley placed the enclosure to shield us from the gale, Merlin said to us, “Now I know why a weaver is called for.”