Rhiann said, “I thank grayness. I thank Atlas and Pleione. I thank the Seven Sisters. I thank the Staves of the Four Winds, the Windward Staves, children of the Bloodstone, the Source of Magick.”
The Nameless Enchanter of Thynna then held a snow white Phoenix feather and uttered a simple incantation. He raised the purple staff Atlas in his left hand, levitated, and flew through the opening in the roof of the cavern. Rhiann explored the Veldt and validated the writings of the Traveler’s Tome. Then NET headed toward Wombat Mountain to rejoin Maranna and Iyaca Vassi. The cottage was completed.
His apprentice looked older.
Net marveled, “Nice work! I’m amazed you finished it so quickly!”
Iyaca replied, “What do you mean quickly? We’d nigh given up on you. Only stories of powerful Magick to the south and east gave us the hope that you would yet someday return. You’ve been gone six centuries, six hundred changes of the seasons! Your parents Kurth and Caye searched for you. They sent your brother Arthur Seigh Klarje away to attend school at a small village to the north near Hunter’s Peak called the Laurels. The Laurels has become a gathering point for thinkers and philosophers. Kurth and Caye hoped to remove your younger brother from the discord that gripped Thynna and lessen the likelihood he’d follow in your footsteps. We call the cottage Harmony House.”
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