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The moon was riding high in the black sky, occasional thin clouds scudding over its face. The wind had died down but a restless breeze wafted across the side of the mountain sending icy threads of air winding among the gathered woodfolk. An aqua haze surrounded the main body of the woodfolk emanating from Danton who was sitting a little to one side, with Sparrow next to him, to make sure he stayed focussed.
In front of the assembled woodfolk stood Midnight, within a horseshoe of String and Bean, Waterstone, Ancient Oak, Rainstorm and Lapping Water. Stormaway stood with them, keeping them safe within his bright green shield.
Everyone was faced towards Tarkyn, watching as he sat with his eyes closed and his hand pressed against the trunk of a gnarled old yew tree that had been bent ove
