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After some time of sitting in sisterly fashion staring out at the big lake’s waves, and having found peace, if not answers to their dilemma, Rockmouse sighed and turned to Ferah.
“What are you holding back?” she asked Ferah.
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Watcher Doings Extra: Ferah
“Sittin’ on the dock of the bay, watchin’ the tide roll away…”
God knows she’d spent plenty of time staring out at the waves, the gulls bobbing like whitecaps let loose when the winds picked up on gray afternoons. When cold rain dimpled those same white-capped waves on stormy days, she’d stand in the treasures she’d found in the shed, the fisherman’s long jacket flapping around her long legs, a sou’wester tied under her chin, her feet bare and near frozen, but turned northward. The scene was different than what her deep-forested homeland offered up, and sometimes she thought she’d grown up in the wrong place, wrong time.
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Ferah felt the presence of her brother Montay in the shed, his vulnerable state as a snake in molt, and reached out instinctively to comfort; he may have been older than her, but he was still her baby brother.
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“The easiest thing,” said Ferah, sighing, “would be for the group of us, once everyone has arrived, to transform into our most powerful forms, whatever we individually sense what that right form is for the situation we have before us: an enraged, power-hungry Montay, my older brother who apparently wants to kill me and take over the fae world, starting with the gnomes.
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The plan was simple, too simple for Rockmouse’s taste; who has a naming day at 173 years, even though shapechangers are reputed to be the more long-lived of the fae?
“As long as Jimann doesn’t show up—we hear that Montay put him in charge of the Council of Peacekeepers since he left to track you down—we should have this covered,” said Ferah, and leaning back in her chair, shook out her shoulders with something that sounded very much like bird of prey wings opening for the sky.
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“So, Elinorth knows about the danger to gnome-kind, sent the three—Redrue, Sangfroid, and Plangeduc—to the Council of Peacekeepers to connect with Ferah, who is also in grave danger from her older brother, Montay, and then…” Rockmouse snapped at Fernlodth, her patience at the breaking point.
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Rockmouse schooled her reaction to Ferah’s story, carefully plucking a clementine from the green bowl and waiting in the silence that followed to see if more would be said; she and Fernlodth had heard the tale, but what was the proposal?
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