“But they aren’t!” Gabbie exclaimed.
“I know they aren’t. They’ve been going on before you arrived at Kitsune Woods,” Tipper agreed. “But Queen Inana can’t take our word for it. All she can do is piece everything together. There was a Rift. Humans are in Soielle. While villages are wiped off of the map. A Lake God rises from the figurative grave. What is she to think?”
“If we explain everything, then the Queen can still help,” Silverskin said.
“And if she thinks that we somehow did something, then she can just send us home,” Gabbie explained.
“I don’t think she knows how to get you back. Remember, her father was the one who sealed Soielle from human interferences, and that got her father killed.”
“Sub-queen Faeley said that Queen Inana would be the only one to figure out what we can do,” Zane pointed out.
“Maybe Tipper is right,” Alastair cut in. “I don’t want to take all of you straight into danger.
“Queen Inana isn’t dangerous,” Silverskin argued.
“Alright, alright, alright. We all of valid points.” Perceval kept onto a tree stump broken many years ago. “First, we need to get out of this wretched Fallen Valley. The Bull Fists won’t care if we are going to Queen Inana or not. They won’t dash us against the nearest solid surface and then eat us whole all the while thinking, ‘Hmn, I wonder where these lot were going?’ They’ll just do it!”
“I’m good with getting as far as I can away from here. I can hear the animals of the valley huddled together from fear.” Glue Pot shuddered and rubbed his arms.
“There’s the town of Crat as the base of Queen Inana’s territory,” Digitalis mentioned. “We can settle down there and figure out what we’re doing once we have time to think.”
“Crat,” Tipper huffed. “Never thought I’d get to go there any time soon.”
“Don’t act modest, Tipper. You’ve gushed about Crat since you were a little kit,” Perceval snickered.
“I can’t help it! The Valkrye congregate there.” There were stars in Tipper’s eyes.
“I heard that they power the city through their lightning magic. I’d love to see that,” Glue Pot said.
“Then it’s decided. We’ll go to Crat,” Digitalis announced.
“Are you fine with this, children?” Perceval asked in a calming voice.
“No matter what you decide, I’m going to the Queen,” Silverskin said. He had already wiped away his tears.
“Then I’ll go with you,” Gabbie said.
The other children agreed to staying in the mysterious city of Valkrye and other mystical creatures. What was another night or two tacked onto their stay in Soille?
The companions wasted no more time with talking. They chose a direction based on the wind and a few plants that grew on het bark of one tree. Nodding, Tipper waved the group to the right.
One night passed and then two.