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By working all day in a well shaded spot, the two Faes had the necessary gossamer finished by a few hours after sunset. The Yelaadim still hadn't moved. In order to hit both of them, in such disparate locations, with her tiny arrows and then draw them back so as to leave no evidence, Belandvyn was going to have to do some very fancy shooting, banking her needle-darts off of things, etc. Yet she was confident that she could do it.
Tylyr did his part by coating the edges of the gossamer sheet with temporary adhesive, and then spreading it across the gap in the mountains through which they had to go. This he did by taking out a professional quality yo-yo, and playing "walk-the-dog" off of the ground and up the face of the crevasse. "A yo-yo?" breathed Marea, unable to help her curiosity. "The Fae are subject to fads, too, you know. And we have almost infinite time to practice," Tylyr winked.