I woke at dawn, crawled out of my nest of wolf fur and stretched. I stopped with my back arched, hands still on my hips, and stared. I must have made a noise, since the pile of pixies erupted and Sirlriend emerged.
“The stones,” I said. “They moved. Not just a little.”
The dwarf king looked at me. “You didn’t know?”
“The stones are giants. The get up at midnight and dance in the moonlight. They settle down at dawn. Every night. Last night. I’m surprised they didn’t wake you.”
“He slept through it, like a cub,” Warph said.
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