As soon as the prince entered the light, Ancient Oak pounced on him. “Ah, there you are. We were wondering where you’d got to.”
Tarkyn threw a dry look at the other two before submerging himself in the conversation. “What did you want me for?”
“We think we’ve worked out who might be missing,” said Falling Branch.
“There aren’t many people unaccounted for. We’ve checked with everyone we can think of. There are only two possibilities left,” continued Ancient Oak.
“Falling Rain is an obvious possibility,” put in Rainstorm with a shrug. “But the other possibility is Golden Toad’s family.”
Tarkyn raised his eyebrows. “Golden Toad?”
“Yes,” said Waterstone repressively before Tarkyn could say anything offensive. “He has a very low, stop-start sort of a voice.”
“I see.” Tarkyn’s eyes shone
