The roar of the waters still rings in my ears. And I am so thankful that we are all safe.
We were following the stream until we came to a fork in the path beside it. Caywyn directed us to the one that climbed upward away from the stream.
I was talking with the Captain about their fort of last resort and he was very hesitant about answering. I was beginning to think better of my questions when my pendant tugged down at my neck. My thoughts turned abruptly to the scroll. I removed it from my quiver and there saw a single word from the High Fairy.
As I looked up a flight of black birds flew into view overhead from behind us. They circled our little band, then sped off.
Moments later the rush of many waters reverberated up from the lower reaches of the canyon.
Without a word Caywyn scooped all of us up and ran.
Before we knew it the water was rising from the stream below and was swirling up the path behind us. Then a cloud burst overhead and dumped its torrents to join the rising flood.
Through it all Caywyn remained steadfast and found dry land to place beneath our feet.
We stayed put the rest of the day.