Flick rested lightly as Shea slipped from the room, following his instincts. All was done, and Allanon had left them, yet… there was a feeling in the air. A feeling that some day, the need would call to the Shannara heritage again. He gazed out over the Vale, the memories of danger and loss high in his heart, weighted against that sense of foreboding.
"Allanon, I do hope you will be there when the need arises," Shea murmured softly.
On the winds, or maybe only in his veins, shifted by the Elfstones, Shea Ohmsford felt Allanon promise he would be.