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As Stormaway hurried along the path, his green robes flapping around his legs, he nearly tripped over Midnight who darted laughing from between two trees. He grabbed the boy by the shoulders to steady himself, frowning down at him in irritation. Immediately the smile was wiped from Midnight’s face as he ducked his head, cowering. Stormaway’s grip tightened to make sure the little boy didn’t rush off distressed. Heaving a sigh at this delay in his plans, the old wizard lowered himself onto one knee and used one hand to tilt Midnight’s unwilling chin up so he could look him in the eyes. He pointed to Midnight then himself and before wrapping his hands around each other in the gesture for friendship.
Midnight blinked in surprise.
Using the sign language that he had developed for the com
