Chapter 48 - The Non-Magi on The Green

The Green smelled like the first rain of autumn.  The beautiful colors astounded even Gerald, who had seen them before.  The variety of colors on the trees took the men's breath away.  Even Otho, who had looked into the flame of Wizardry in its power, was moved to a small tear along his cheek.  They were standing in a small clearing of mushrooms that made a circle around them.  Lydia grabbed her companions and moved out of the ring quickly.  "It's bad manners."  She hissed, as another group followed behind them, materializing with their feet on the ground.