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Autumn of Victory: Interlude #27
An Eye on Events The woman appeared near a large oak, which was the only tree within an arrow's shot of the wall. She seemed to move out of the tree with ease and over the grass as easily as wind moves across the water. A guard watching from atop the row of pointed wooden stakes that served as a barrier against attack saw the woman appear and motioned to his nearest companion. A second wave of the hand brought several bounding steps and two more guards appeared next to the originals. These were far different then their Flan companions. Although each had once been Flan, they now had leaves and vines growing from their skin.After a moment, one of the newcomers spoke up. "Lady at our gate. Speak so that my ears may confirm what my eyes are seeing." The woman smiled and stepped a little closer. "It is I, Maelan merch Caswallon, Seer of the Ffolk. I ask admittance into my father's fort." The vine covered guard nodded once. "My ears confirm that my eyes are not deceived. Come in and welcome." With a simple motion of his hand, a billowing fog erupted around the wall of the hill fort. Maelan waited for the fog to consume her and then walked forward, through the illusionary parts of the wall and into the compound beyond. Inside, several guards greeted her and some of the folk stopped to stare at this woman. Many loved her and all revered her as the designated heir to their beloved ruler. Moving past the crowds Maelan sought out the tents where she knew her father would be with the children. He spent most of his waking time with them, comforting them and trying to cure them. There was nothing anyone could do with the magic they had access to. That was the reason she had come here this day. She found him as expected, comforting a small thin girl with long brown hair. Maelan stopped at the entrance to the tent, not wanting to interrupt her father. "A moment, my daughter." Maelan stood still as her father finished his song for the little girl who mercifully fell asleep. She smiled, remembering how he had sung that song to her on many nights when a fever threatened to consume her. He stood up when finished and walked out of the tent. The flaps of the tent ruffled as if blown by winds as he passed them. "You have news of our brothers and sisters?" "I do, Father. The Eglantine is summoning heroes to open the Ways." Her father looked deep into her green eyes for a few long moments and then slowly, a smile came to his face. "So the hour of Geoff's salvation comes at last." "If they find what we need to heal the children." "They will find it, Daughter. They will find it - mark my words. One must have faith in the Land and those who carry its will." "Even so, with the coming of the Bold One, chaos may unbalance order." "Quiet your mind, Maelan. All have their place in this tale." Turning around, the old man finds a tree stump and sat down. "We have been patient these 16 years. The Land survived the Sakhut, the battle of wills embodied in the Bold One's return will not undo it." The old man seemed satisfied with his own logic. "Go now and return to your studies. Come back to me when we have news of the Ways." Bowing slightly to her father, Maelan spuns on her heel and went back from where she came. 
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