Chapter Nineteen
Ati had been right. It seemed as if almost no time at all had passed when they stepped out of the kayak. The Northern Lights still gently shimmered above them, but the sky around them was the same, neither darker nor brighter.
They waved goodbye to the gnome as his boat turned and floated back to where they'd just come from. Ati had tried to persuade them to stay a while longer to eat and rest, but not only didn't they have time, but Macey had also been concerned by the amounts of food those tiny people would have to sacrifice to feed the nine much bigger visitors.
"Next step, Merry Dancers," Rónán said cheerfully. "Shall we head back out of the forest and into the open? That will make it easier to spot them."
They followed him - the selkie had always had the best sens
