CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

It’s already dark it was time for the people and Ithildin to sleep, to take a rest. Isilme let out his staff and stamp it on the ground making the snow fly in the air like dust and a magical spell was produced as it created fire. “Here, you've got to warm your cold bodies, I know you're all feeling cold.”

The folks appear to be sleepy and fatigued, and Bimby, the Basajuan child, was nodding and almost closing his eyes. Isilme appeared out of nowhere. "It is time for us to sleep," he said, "¬for us… under this big tree we can rest sound and safe, but I warn you all not to forget what Ithildin said before he left us: you must not stray anywhere into the woods until the sun is up, on your peril." Averiya ended up finding that a warm-lined padded bag to sleep in made out of a big aqua lily pad which had already been arranged at the side of the tree trunk, on a sort of wooden platform between both the large foliage and the external surface.

For her, there was this little