Stoney plants his hands on the table, spreading his fingers. Deep breaths bring him a calm that burns. Raising his eyes, he looks around the room. The stare is cold and flat, belying the anger and fire everyone saw just a little bit earlier.
"Does anyone have an idea on how we can narrow this search? Three miles is too much. If we stumble around the woods searching, we will be seen and that merde will move her. I don't want to take that chance again."
He looks at Raina, Pandora, and Mortuis. "Is there any magic, any spell that will help us?"
Ideas are offered and weighed. Suddenly Raina's eyes widen. She has thought of something. She starts speaking rapidly, without realizing that no one is following her. Her words slip between her native language and English. The only words he follows are spirits, ghosts, dead.
Stoney stares at her, not comprehending what she is talking about. She is excited and starts telling Pandora what she needs. Finally it dawns on him. At least he thinks he has it right. She is going to ask her ancestors for help.
His mind caresses Alise', soothing the aches, adding strength. he gives her his promise, then begins to sing softly.
Stay strong, Alli, je'taime. remember... I am coming for you. Je'taime. *Vous venez à la maison.
*You are coming home.
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