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The AlvarGhile lost track of how long he had been walking. As he followed the fae, the bright shafts of light he dodged earlier in the day faded from piercing white, to somber shades of orange and red. Twilight painted itself across what little sky could be seen through the trees, giant sentinels trying to conceal all beneath from the outside world.
Ast and Cuz had awoken from their d**g-induced sleep some time ago and now trotted along at his side. Upon waking, they were too accepting of the fae, in Ghile's opinion. Instead of being surprised at being surrounded by the creatures, they seemed excited to the point of wanting to play, and the fae were more than happy to oblige. They only now walked beside him because they were tired from playing chase the pixie and wrestle the hob. The
