A half an hour had passed and Radagast and Mattius still hadn't returned. The wind picked up and Calentoliel shivered as she stared hard at Rothalle. Rothalle stood in the cold looking back at her. She seemed as if she wanted to speak with Calentoliel, but something seemed to hold her back.
Calentoliel wished Rothalle would spill out whatever she was hiding now. The one thing she hated the most was secrets. Especially secrets kept from her. Calentoliel always wanted to know every bit of information. And since the conversation with Radagast, she wanted to know these secrets more than ever. She wanted all the answers to her questions now.
You are not yet ready for those answers, Radagast had said. But when? When would the time be that she was ready?
The time is now, a voice said in her head. The voice belonged to Rothalle.
Calentoliel looked back up at Rothalle, who was now beckoning her. She then turned around and walk eastward, her cloak billowing behind her. Calentoliel smiled to herself as she stood up to follow.
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Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
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