Ligno Ambu'lemus stepped from tree into stone, then back
into a tree, his jumps previously calculated, well known; days of travel
reduced to moments of thought and concentration. His last jump took him to a
ridge above the glass plateau, the miles wide sheen of stone whose surface had
been turned to glass by the ancient volcanic blast that had erupted there. The
glass plateau was all that remained of what once must have been a truly
impressive mountain. His clan’s oracle Ariolo, the shortest among them, was the
first to see Ligno’s appearance on the ridge.
Ariolo immediately drew his ivory horn to his lips, releasing an echoing
ring that would call the Ferrum clan to council. Ligno==>
Ariolo
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