Mori clutched the pages to her chest like a teddy bear, and smiled widely. The perfectly-pure whiteness was no longer quite so perfectly pure and white - on its bottom corner, thin silver marking appeared - runes which, she had assured Ben, signified the claimer of the pages, and the time of capture.
"I don't know that I can tell if there are any more until I get back out of the area - if as we leave I hear more pages, we'll know we aren't done.... but I think you were right." she smiled, blushing a bit at having to admit that she'd been corrected. "The wind took care of the whole job for us. Unless something's hidden on a tree branch or under a rock, somewhere."
..but she doubted it. The fact that this many were gathered in one place was already pushing their luck.
Her fingers brushing over Ben's as she touched the ore, it only took a moment before it returned to its regular size. For the life of her, she couldn't understand why he was so fond of the wooden tool - it seemed awfully heavy to her - but it had become rather a badge of honor with him, when they were on these treks.
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