Dragoncrest Cliffs mare lannwit

val did not begrudge the three chosen, as their path to the thoughtstone was made clear. he smiled affectionately to astera, stuck out his tongue to chani, and waved off ravin as they collected near mireille.

he would watch from the baystone, but this was their torch to bear. the night was theirs to witness.

come morning, the ritual of the long night would be completed.

and each of them would have grown just a little older with this novel life experience.