Another female in lupus form was stalking stiffly around in small circles, looking as if she wanted a Wyrmling to bite on.
The last of our party was the young boy who had howled to begin the
Rite of Caern Opening.
He appeared to be very calm and looked up at me in an expectant way when I
stood.
There were papers scattered on the ground. I picked them up and discovered that they were pages from the Silver Log....the Litany pages. I gathered them all together and tucked them into my robe. A soft nicker behind me caused me to turn, drawing Wyrmbane.
The great, beautiful Unicorn totem looked at me with soft liquid eyes and spoke to me in my mind.
Care for these pages, child. Rejoin them to the other pages
and use them to re-open the Caern. The pages were purposly scattered by me
and my brother and sister totems so that the minions of the Wyrm would
not touch them.
She tossed her head and snorted.
They are safe, for now, but, you MUST find a way to gather them together again and reopen the Caern.
She nudged me gently with her beautiful head, turned briskly and disappeared.
Back