They’d used so much of their dust on assisting the woman that they would need to fly home using wind currents rather than magic. It was worth it, though. By all appearances, their efforts worked. She glanced back toward the distant silhouette of the mountain. “Still no sign of an explosion,” she noted.“But of course,” Kyne said with a yawn. “You grant good wishes. I’m sure everything worked out just fine for them. Now settle in here and get some rest. We’re out of dust, so it’ll be a long journey home.”“Swift said we should have no trouble getting to the land of the Celts,” she pointed out. “He says there are plenty of local fairies there to give us some dust for the rest of the way.”“If we think we can trust that. I’m not ready to put Swift on my list of best friends.”“I know he wasn’t very nice to us before, but maybe he’s changing,” she offered.Kyne grunted in response. She decided to drop the subject. Their green companion had returned to his ship, insisting that he wouldn’t mention anything about them or what had really happened inside the mountain.
