ElfQuest Fan Art

The elves gathered together their belongings and followed the pair of elf-boys. Though dark, morning was not far away. They had precious little darkness in which to move before any beast that was about could see them through the open country. Their path wound through low brush and crevices, and sometimes crevices with low brush. Crescent, at the back of the line, saw Shale stop and raise his hand in greeting before she realized that Woodlock was crouching in front of them. He was on the edge of a precipice, piling rocks along a line.

**It is dirty down there, but dry. When you go it, go between the cloaks. Pollen is piling rocks along the bottom of the cloaks so that they won't flap around.**

**Smart elf,** Treestump sent, still full of appreciation for their "busy fingers". As they filed down a steep slope, Crescent saw that Woodlock was indeed piling boulders and rocks to hold the cloaks in place. She stopped to pick up the largest rock she could carry and brought it to him.

**You are cold Crescent,** he said as he took the rock from her. **Don't worry about me.**

**Aren't you cold.**

**Yes, but that is what I'm here for.**

**To be cold?**

**To make sure nothing happens to you or the other young adventurers.**

Posted March 02, 2009, 09:51:00 PM