Dear Diary,
We agreed there was no sense in rushing another rescue — not when both Luke and Liliana had already found their own ways back across the planes. So we waited for morning, and true to their word, they didn’t keep us waiting long.
Halfway through breakfast, the air in the hall split open with a shimmer and a sigh. A portal flared to life, spilling gold light across the table. Through it stepped Liliana first, then Luke… and, to my dismay, Lumeria.
Apparently the accursed fae had managed to reach him on her own. I’ll grant her this much — she is far more powerful than she pretends to be, and the option of simply banishing her back to the Feywild may no longer be on the table.
Over the remains of our breakfast, Liliana recounted her time on the plane that had sheltered her — a warm world of catfolk who had shown her unexpected kindness while she waited for a way home. It was there, of course, that Lumeria appeared,
demanding Luke’s whereabouts with all the subtlety of a thunderclap. Her arrival caused quite the stir; apparently, the inhabitants of that world share my general opinion of the fae. Possible allies, perhaps. I’ll have to consider that.
Driven by jealousy, Lumeria then seized both Liliana and the opportunity, teleporting them straight to Luke’s location. I can only imagine the chaos that followed. Her meeting with Rifka — the desert fox who had so conveniently captured Luke’s attention — went as well as expected. Which is to say, not at all. From the way she spoke of it afterward, the word scorched comes to mind.
Still, she accomplished her goal: the three of them returned home safely. The tension in the room eased with every bite of bread and sip of tea, though Lumeria’s presence left a certain static in the air.
Once everyone had settled, we turned the conversation to what comes next. Only one Elemental Stone remains — the Stone of Air, said to rest in a temple floating above Keralon.
Alistan, ever the knight with grand notions, insisted we enlist the dragonels who guard Galienne’s hoard. True, flying mounts would make the ascent easier, though I suspect there are less temperamental ways to reach a sky temple. Still, his plan held merit, and we followed it.
The journey to Galienne’s lair was blessedly uneventful — which, after recent weeks, almost feels like a miracle in itself.