Valdemar 11 - [Owl Mage 03] - Owlknight

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Still Missing
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Guilt wracked Darian for a moment with a physical spasm.

If his parents weren't dead, then there was only one other thing that could have happened to prevent them from returning to him.

They had to have been caught in a Change-Circle. And if they had survived that experience, there was no telling what had happened to them. What they might have become.

Or where they were.

Darian's duties to his homeland, his adopted people, his friends and mentor had been fulfilled, and then some. It was more than time for him to use his own tracking skills and resolve, and find out what he could about the past.

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U
shrill whistle caught Darian's attention, and he looked up and over the lake of k'Valdemar Vale, shading his eyes with his hand. As he expected, he saw Snowfire waving at him from his “balcony,” three-quarters of the way up the side of the cliff that edged the far side of the lake.

Actually, it would have been more accurate to say that he saw a tiny figure with white hair waving from the balcony—at this distance he couldn't have said for certain that it was Snowfire. It wasn't Nightwind, though; her hair was still raven-wing black.

The sky above the cliff shimmered with a light, pearly opalescence, although it was perfectly possible to see the clouds and blue sky beyond the new Veil, a magic shield that protected k'Valdemar.

I would never have believed we'd get a Veil so quickly,
he marveled once again.
If anyone had told me that the Heartstone would support a Veil this soon, I would have told him he was wildly optimistic. It
wasn't a
full
Veil, which would have excluded all weather; this simply kept things at a constant, pleasant temperature, no matter the season. Rain came through, and snow fell to the ground as rain once it passed through the Veil, so they still got some weather. They couldn't do without roofs
yet.

He whistled back at Snowfire, and waved his arm in the direction of the Council House, the newly built structure that housed all Joint Council sessions. It wasn't much of a structure; now that the Vale had protection, it didn't need to be much of a structure. It had “walls” of wicker work covered in vines, a roof that was half skylight and half slate, a floor of natural turf which flourished in the light. For furniture, in deference to the Valdemar contingent of the Joint Council, there were chairs and a table, but the chairs were of woven grapevine and wicker with soft cushions, and the table was a compass-rose shape of tree-trunk sections, topped with three rising layers of polished wood with one section for each member of the Council. The Tayledras of k'Valdemar, of course, felt no need for formal furniture, and neither did the tribesmen of the Ghost Cat clan.