Meribabell writes:
My exhaustion was such that this day was one of recovery for me. Thus, I missed a lot and Rumble stopped by when I regained consciousness and filled me in on all their doings.
Merlin went down into the abyss on his own. He forbade anyone from accompanying him. He still had not returned by day’s end. A fact that makes most everyone uncomfortable. (I am confident that the wizard can meet any problem).
Dunfallon saw to the care of his “army.” All the others joined in to help him clean the blue gore off of the weapons. And in some cases new edges were honed with Noralei’s expertise. We fairies will have to band together to lend a fresh enchantment to the fairy gold in their make up. (How I wish the High Fairy were here, for he could do it much quicker and better).
Midway through their labors, it was discovered that Conjil had been wounded in the conflict. Noralei and Gibley put everything else aside to minister to her. Something had penetrated the skin on her foreleg. The edges of the small wound were ringed with a thick frost which they were able to remove and apply an healing ointment.
I took up my scroll and jotted out a fresh message to the High Fairy. I recounted the history of our recent victory, renewed our questions to him. And wove in a detail that only the true High Fairy could answer.
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