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[wait_for_dawn]

As Temeraire bursts out of the ground in the center of the oasis, Kenneth Quinn comes awake, gasping for breath, hand clutching at his chest

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[wait_for_dawn]

Quinn coughed, wincing a little, and took the glass, but didn't drink. "If you're investigating an enchanted sleep, look for an enchanter," he told her, tightly.

A shake of his head. "It's nothing new."

[tenuefarfalla]

"Well, it's new to me, and the only Enchantress in this place was already in a coma." It didn't make sense. Maybe she shouldn't be bothering him, but he hadn't asked for a doctor, and she'd offered more than once. Well, offered once, but implied an offer more than once.

"Every single Rowan native in this place counting sheep at the same time just because? Just, bang--" Cho snapped her fingers. "Lights out and a dozen people turn into sleeping beauty for no reason at all? You don't think that's strange? Every one of you goes under and not one Worldwalker is caught up in it."

[wait_for_dawn]

"It may surprise you to know," remarked Quinn, sardonically, "but an enchanter can target their effects." He shook his head. "There must be someone powerful here that you haven't seen."

Not that an enchanter would be seen, if they didn't want to be.

[tenuefarfalla]

Someone powerful... targeting on this place... didn't have to be an enchanter. "Oh," Cho whispered, reaching her own conclusion. She looked back over her shoulder, out of the cave, out at the oasis from nothing. Someone so connected to this world with the power to change it like it were nothing. Well... wasn't that a fun trick?

Of course, it still didn't explain the selection. Why only them?

[wait_for_dawn]

Quinn didn't need to dip into her mind to see that she'd reached a conclusion, but he did anyway, with the ginger, tentative touch of a swimmer fearing cold water.

"A druid?" he asked, soft, shocked.