Chapter 27
The artificial sun over the elf dome had dimmed to a cool twilight level, and there it stayed. In the evening the fuzzy fan trees had quieted their constant motion, now that there wasn’t as much light compete for, the trees slept. Or, at least they seem to sleep, Nick couldn’t tell. The sounds of the party had died away, and Rylick came out of the trees and found Nick and Vibeke sitting on the stone benches.
Vibeke grinned at her brother. “Is the party over then?”
Rylick strolled across springing groundcover and hopped up onto one of the stone benches, where he crouched. “Well, when the guest of honor and the hostess both leave, things are bound to wind down.”
“I needed answers more than I needed a party,” Nick said.
Rylick looked at his sister. “So you filled him in then?
