Gamba and Cami had passed out long ago. The band had done one last swansong and packed up their instruments, heading back to the ships. Even Ancalimon lay gently snoring beneath a table.
Pio and Bird sat on the surf line, letting the foam break over their toes. 'You tired?' asked Bird. 'Not really.' replied Pio. grinning. The shapechanger motioned with a nod of her head to the Star. 'That time crystal still on board?'
The Elf looked closely at her friend, head nodding. 'Road trip?'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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