The Fairy Diary Day 326 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The Will’o’the Wisp was still unresponsive, but there was no need for the others to unloose their cloaks to light their way by the shine from their armor as my pendant in this smaller passage gives light enough for all. 

The babble of the brook was good company as it kept up a merry tune as we traveled along. Though at times it increased to a roar when we came out at the foot of a waterfall. 

After a couple of such instances we began to fear that we may no longer be paralleling the Low-way, and might miss altogether the dark elf stronghold. 

A check with Rumble’s map was inconclusive. And Noralei’s compass has been no help for quite some time as it continues to point to the ancient dark elf capital so very far behind us. 

We halted when we arrived at a junction of five passageways. While Dunfallon hastens to check each one, the rest of us are resting.

Day Seven Hundred Forty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas had been making as many trips back down the trail as forward. A fact that had not escaped Elijah’s notice.

Tomas just returned from a long absence in the rear and Elijah stopped him before he could set off into the advance again. Instead he dispatched him to trace our path all the way back to wherever Lung and Mei may be.

I accompanied him. And Elijah and the Captain set up camp to wait.

We came to the brook, a torrent of rushing water. And there ran into Lung descending off of the mountain. He begged us to return with him to help rescue Mei. She had slipped into a crevasse they had opened accidentally with the flamethrower.

Day Seven Hundred Thirty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

By the time we went into camp last night, the view of our surroundings was cut off by a thick fog. Or they may have been clouds, given our elevation.

This morning, whether it was clouds or fog, they had all dissipated under the gaze of the rising sun. And we could then see the lake winking at us far below.

The way ahead was more difficult, narrowing down to a mere track. Beside us water splashed down the rock bed of the ever present brook.

I looked ahead and could see Tomas stopped on a precipice. And guessed the destination our army companions.

Flashes of white behind Tomas drew my eye to a glacier on the next mountain peak.

Day Three Hundred Fifty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The Captain told us that loading should be completed tomorrow. The last item is due to be delivered then.

Knowing our time was short we got an early start.

The high hills hemming in the city are dotted with the homes of the well-to-do. One look and I despaired of finding this other group of believers. Elijah, however, singled out one hillock from the rest.  It was the only one graced with a waterfall. Which indicated the presence of a stream or brook at the top.

Following his lead we found a villa beside the stream that fed the waterfall. And a group of Hamashiachites baptizing. Upon seeing Elijah they crowded around in welcome.

We stayed the night.