By the time I returned to Nocturne things were starting to wind down. Those remaining were speaking in whispers now that they didn’t have to shout. The luminescence of the flowers had all but died and even that of my fellow spirits was beginning to fade. As I noticed the faint, powdery light of a new morning sprinkling down over the forest canopy, I heard someone call my name.
“There you are!” said Rosamond. “Where have you been? We’ve been so worried, darling boy.”
“I’m sorry. I was down by the river.”
Rosamond draped an arm over my shoulder. I felt her breast squash against my shoulder. “As long as you’re okay,” she said. “Anyway, what was it you wanted to talk to me about? Before?”
I’d almost forgotten the conversation with Naal, but now I’d been reminded, it all came flooding back.
