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2024-10-29 19:42:56Saphaqiel reunited us with Coryfe and Florien, at the waterfall. “No more foolishness, now,” she said sternly to Rivyn. “Finish this and take your wife home. She needs time to recover from the venom.”
He smiled at her. “Thank you, Saphaqiel,” he said with warmth. “Thank you for your kindness and care.” There was a moment between them where they held each other’s eyes, and then she inclined her head with a smile, and winged away, leaving me wondering what it was that had gone unspoken.
Florien fussed around us, chattering.
“He is less than pleased at being left to look after Coryfe,” Rivyn told me. “He wanted to be in the Earies rather than below.” He replied to the fairy with a tone of sufferance, at length, until the fairy man seemed contented, and landed on Coryfe’s head.
The way through the forest was easier due to our labour on the way in, and we reached the shoreline swiftly. Rivyn dismo
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As the ship approached the white curve of beach and the jutting pier of Ilith Cape, Rivyn’s eyes watched the wheeling birds. The sailor’s voices rose as they lowered the sails and prepared to drop anchor. I saw a flash of light as one of the birds vanished in the air. The village on the shore looked like a child’s drawing, the details stolen by distance, but eventually I could see the smaller fishing boats bobbing in the water, and figures along the sand, watching our approach. “What is next for you?” Valhared joined us at the balustrade, leaning his elbows on it. We watched as the sailors lowered the rowboat over the side of the ship, preparing for our departure. “Another book, another adventure,” Rivyn replied lightly. “Three more, and then home. And you, my friend? Will you retire now?” Valhared laughed. “No, not I,” he shook his head. “I’ll take the treasure to my safe haven, divide a goo
