It would appear that mornings are the times of quaking. For such we experienced when Dunfallon and I went out early. I wanted to show him where the creek goes underground. And while we watched the hole that was swallowing the creek, it grew larger – apparently the result of the ground shifting beneath it.
The pixie looked down into the ever lengthening crevice, and said he saw a way down. I was about to suggest that we notify Merlin before any action on our part when the wizard appeared by our side.
He took one look and agreed that we should go down to investigate – but only after the quaking had subsided. He thinks that sometime this afternoon would be best.
In the meantime under his direction we met with the others. They led the dragon with the wagons down to the creek, the better to observe and be ready to aid us if necessary. Navril was selected to accompany the three of us, while Noralei, Gibley, and Rumble stayed topside.
As the time drew near, as was my habit, I checked my scroll – and there at long last was a message from the High Fairy.
“Do not descend,” was all that his excellency had written.
I showed this to Merlin. And he had me write back, asking where he was and what he was doing. And why should we not descend.
Then, we waited.