23
Lawrence
"Do we need to be aware of any tricks?" I asked, surprised that John hadn't beat me to it. He'd been uncharacteristically quiet since that morning. What had he dreamed under the influence of the dream wort? I understood the herb to work somewhat like Melatonin, notorious for prompting vivid dreaming in the Earth realm.
"I don't know." Ellerin held his staff up, and the crystal glowed white. "Let me check."
He wandered along the stream, and the rest of us plopped onto the cool, soft grass.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" John rubbed Kestrel's back. She sat with slumped shoulders, her elbows on her knees.
"I'm fine, just hungry."
Right, no one had eaten since the night before. I'd become accustomed to the gnawing feeling in my stomach—the unsatisfactory way the food of Faerie lef
