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For a while they drifted down the river peacefully. When they rounded the bend, a long straight section of river, devoid of boats, came into view and the woodfolk reappeared on deck.
Sometime later, Tarkyn was leaning against the starboard railing, watching in vain for any sign of the local woodfolk in the forest they were drifting past, when he felt a slight pressure on his leg. He looked down to see Midnight’s vivid green eyes gazing up at him from under his mop of dark brown hair. His small fingers gripped the material of Tarkyn’s leggings, transmitting his tension.
Tarkyn’s face broke into a smile as he reached down and picked the boy up. “Hello, rascal,” he said, matching images to words, “All a bit new and exciting, isn’t it?” He saw Jackson and Marjorie watching him and turned
