Event Private Scrying for the Source

It took Monday a full second to realise that Candle was right. There were more than one school on the island. Thankfully though, he recognised the floor tiles and walls as being the same as the ones when he visited Sunday to ask her for a favour at Starlight.

"It's the one that they call Starlight," he told her excitedly as he pointed in the direction the school was. "My friend, Sunday, is a teacher there. And... we need to tell somebody what we've found," he said as he started to pace excitedly.

Looking at Candle while he paced back and forth, listening to her point out the obvious, Monday nodded his head vigorously. "I say we tell anyone who might listen. The island authorities, the school, my friend, Sunday..." he agreed, now excited at the notion that somehow what they found might actually help to stop the very constant and mysterious snowfall.

"This is so wonderful," he beamed happily, still under the effects of the tea, "I can't thank you enough for helping me out," he told Candle as he tried to gather his thoughts and found that he couldn't quite think straight yet. The wormwood was still making him feel jittery and his thoughts raced from topic to topic.

"Yes, yes, of course," Monday said a bit erratically, "Of course, you are right. I should probably rest for now," he stated his voice trailing a bit as he looked at the circle of mirrors one last time. He knew he could always conjure up a remembrance spell if he needed to.

"I will go and lie down then," he stated as he gave Candle a nod and went upstairs to his room where he'd sleep til the next morning, straight through the night, his dreams filled with images of white snow, an old man and a strange labyrinth made up of school hallways and dark classrooms.