Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Ruarc is sleeping peacefully. The bubble enclosing his cradle shimmers softly in the dim moonlight. Mya dozes among the petals of the flowers Star had brought in earlier. Wish sits on the floor in a corner, hidden by the darker shadows. A Hound lays at her side, grizzled head resting on her knee. She runs sharp nails over the scaly skin, skritching lightly.
The night outside is peaceful. Wish runs her thoughts among the spells she cast for the clearing's protection. She feels a disturbance, but it is a recognized energy.
So who has gotten back first...?