The raven flew soundlessly down Aymar’s halls. There were none of the mushrooms that glowed in the garden to create illumination, but there were globes of light that bobbed along the ceiling of the hallway leaving pools of light below them. As the raven flew from pool to pool, the light caught in its wings causing them to shimmer.
Finn almost felt like he was flying himself as he followed after the bird.



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