Lost . . .

“Klon, where are you?  How could you abandon me like this?”  She rose gingerly from her position so as not to disturb the brightly colored night halbs settling in for the cool evening breezes.  Their glowing wings fluttered with the wind as she tiptoed around these precious creatures.
     Mal-Nai entered the cottage to the lilting sounds of the healing lullaby.  She was confused by the choice of the song.  Was someone sick, lost, afraid?  She feared someone my need her help and she had been lost in her own miserable thoughts as words from Taladmoord clouded her entire brain.
     Wee-One looked toward the door to see her walk in as the Glad moon’s rays shone behind her.  Mal-Nai was quickly embraced by Wee-One.  “How is it everyone is singing this song?  Who needs help?  You needed to get me so I could assist,” Mal-Nai questioned.
     With tears streaming down her face, Nom-Mee spoke, “We were afraid for you, but you returned prior to the full rising of the Glad moon.  We sang in hopes of surrounding you with its words of hope, healing, and comfort.  It worked!  You came before the peak.”
     “She is in grave danger!” exclaimed Mal-Nai.  “Where is Traveler and Dweller?  They must go to her, now!”
     Klon responded, “They have left and we do not know where they are.”
     Gruashe slipped and began to stumble, trying to grasp a rail, a branch, something . . .