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know. They will explain. I need rest. It’s hard to fly with these stubby wings. Wake me when they get here,” said Kar, and she tucked her lavender mallet head under a yellow tuft wing.
    â€œWait,” I said a little too loudly. “How long of a soon until they’re here? Where did you find ‘em?”
    Lifting her wing, she swung her mallet head toward me and said, “Not long. No worry. They were gathered at the Falls of Horn. Now let me sleep.”
    She buried her head in the green shiny feathers under her yellow wing, and I was left to gaze at the ridiculous blue plume feather sticking up and out from under its blanket of yellow wing feathers.
    Waterwizards will be here soon, I thought. They have to travel the Villcom Wood from the Falls of Horn. That’s not so such far, even for walking. I’ll wait. I’ll sit and wait … right here.
    I sat outside with my back against the hut wall and gazed past the Well of Shells into the Villcom Wood. Or at least I thought I did. My eyelids were closed, and I could see through ‘em. Seeing through closed eyelids gave me a clue. I was dreaming. I accepted the dream with a sigh, nodding my head. With my eyes shut, I clearly saw four waterwizards dancing circles around the Well of Shells. They chanted murky sounds I could not understand. One spun in a yellow robe and conical cap sprinkled with leaf green moons and stars. His skin was lavender, so such like the witch, Babba Ja Harick. His hair and long beard matched the mossy green color of his eyes. Another danced robed and capped in deep purple sprayed with white moons and stars. His blue beard hung to his waist, and his skin was minty green. The third displayed shiny silver skin, matted red hair and a beard streaked with orange. His forest green robe and cap were spattered with black moons and stars. The last and most lively, leaping the highest, chanting the loudest, was red robed and capped, silver starred and mooned. His long pale green beard jumped and swayed. His eyes were flash orange, his skin greenest green. The four of ‘em danced and chanted. I bobbed my head to match the rhythm of the murky sounds they uttered. I was glad to be asleep and able to see through my eyelids. I decided to see what would happen if I opened ‘em. What happened? The scene changed slightly. The waterwizards were truly there, but they weren’t dancing or chanting. Instead, they stood frowning in a solemn row next to the Well of Shells. I blinked my eyes two or three times. Truth was true. I was awake.
    â€œI be Riverine Run,” said the yellow-robed one.
    â€œI be Runnel Burn,” said the one wearing the deep purple robe.
    â€œI be Eddy Gurge,” said the one with shiny silver skin and a forest green robe.
    â€œI be Freshet Spill,” said the red-clad one with the pale green beard and the flash orange eyes.
    They bowed as one. I shut my eyes one more time to make sure that I was truly awake. When I couldn’t see through my eyelids, I knew. Well then. So.

Chapter Six
    The Terrible News
    â€œI am Bekka … the Chronicler. Have you truly lost your magic?” I said uncertainly, not sure how to proceed. The waterwizards bored holes in me so such with their eyes.
    â€œIf we had not lost our magic, would we have walked here?” snapped the one in the yellow robe, so said Riverine Run.
    I shrugged, silenced, shrunken shy by eight glittery waterwizard eyes, all of ‘em flashing anger at me. Stiff silence. They stood in an accusatory row, so it seemed. What were they expecting? Me to do something? My cheeks burned. I felt ‘em go green. The awkwardness grew until Kar broke it. She waddled complaining from the hut, shooting a small flood of relief through me. Small, not large.
    â€œI told you to wake me, Bek. Why didn’t you wake me? She was supposed to wake me when you arrived. Lucky I waked myself. It got so such stuffy under this silly tuft of a left