With Kobal in the lead the large group of mounted folk, their Morokanth travelling companions and Feather friends soaring overhead, head off towards the not so distant Giant Finger Holes.

Even before they'd started, magic had begun to build up, donated by Rangers, or sucked in by the ceremony of Coming Home. Emesh-Ga strode amongst them, gradually growing more corporeal as the journey progressed and as soon as his foot struck ground enriched by the Earth Temples resurgent magic he broke out into song.

Those who had made the journey before couldn't help but smile at the sight of grass and healthy shrubs, small flocks of birds rising into the gloomy sky as they approached. But despite the verdant growth the Rangers could see that it had not spread any further, having likely reached the boundary of the magics stored and summoned in the Temple.

Ohanzee can feel the magic growing as they march, growing with the many donations to the ceremony, his own included. But sense the greater portion that waits ahead like a pool, a pool of magic about the Earth Temple, about the pool of water. Then, as they step over the boundary of the outer reaches of the Earth Temple's magics it is as thought he has plunged into the pool.

He looks back over his shoulder just in time to see the trailing shadow of the harpies snaking across the Wastes turn from just that into an ethereal blue serpent encompassing those behind in its ghostly light as it too crosses over.

His gaze turns forwards again, his skin touched by the flowing currents of magic which feels for all the world like real Water washing all about him. The River looks at Kobal but sees the giant form of Tada before him and then looking to the side sees Amara but not Amara, Amara the Earth Queen.

Looking ahead again he sees the Earth Temple of the Giant's Finger Holes through the watery shimmer of magic, but it too shifts as their procession cause ripples in the magical pool of energy about the place. A block at one time askew and half buried appears standing true and in it's right place again as a ripple passes between it and them.

Piece by piece the place that is now become the place that it was then, or perhaps the now becomes the then. The River lays eyes on Tada's home and it fills him with joy at the wonder of it. He calls out in the rumbling voice of Water rushing over boulders and stones "Tada returns!" Then looking across at the Earth Queen his heart is filled with love and his stomach feels like a knot of eels "And with his the most beautiful of beings, my wife the Earth Queen!"

He looks forward again "All hail Tada and all hail the wondrous Earth Queen!"

On the outskirts of the Oasis a large crowd of nomads sat atop their mounts waiting for the arrival of the Wandering Rangers. Word had arrived via Hatha's brothers and this time no one barred the arrival of Tada and his companions.

Horns had sounded, long before anyone had spotted the travellers, and flocks of birds wheeled this way and that, veering off sharply as the Harpies swooped into view. This caused a ripple of unease but the crowd held their place, bolstered by the Eirithan Priestesses and the knowledge of who came in their wake.

Like a river the feathered creatures swooped low over the trees, flowing over them to pour down into the largest of holes, vanishing for the moment as they came to rest somewhere below.

Back at the edge of the trees, the crowd parted, creating a tunnel for Tada and the others to pass through.