Guardian walked to the center of the clearing carrying an old quilt and a pillow. She spread it out next to Remembering Rock and tossed the pillow to one end. She sat down on the pillow and propped herself up with her arms behind her. She let her head fall back with her eyes closed and let the warmth of the sunshine wash over her.

“Oh, Purities, does not the time yet draw near? Each remembrance adds strength to the light. Surely Dar K’fors will not remain free for much longer.

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“Oh my dears, I am so weary. I am indeed glad of your strength. Without you I could not continue.”

She looked around the clearing. “We have been here, it seems, forever.” She let herself recline fully, then turned on her side, curled toward Remembering Rock with her head on the pillow. She placed one hand on the warm surface. “One at a time, I think, my dears. One remembrance at a time.”