Just as they reached the tree line, Lapping Water and Rainstorm came running through the rain to join them. Tarkyn noted their arrival with mixed feelings. He would have been glad to see either of them on their own but their joint arrival sent a twinge of jealousy through him. Resolutely stamping down on his feelings, he greeted them both warmly and returned his attention to the task at hand.
Once the group reached the shelter of the trees, there was a noticeable abatement in the force of both wind and rain.
“This one should do,” said Tarkyn, patting his hand against the trunk of a tall, sturdy oak. “Old, but not too old.”
The sorcerer stood beside the oak and placed his right hand against the trunk. He placed his left hand on Stormaway’s shoulder and waited. As the wizard closed his ey
